Chapter 92
The salt baked jī on Qian Street was selling very well, and it took a long time to wait in line. After Guo’s father came home with the steaming salt baked jī, he immediately tore a plate and planned to send it to his son. But when the supper was delivered, he saw that his son had already fallen asleep on the bed with a pen in his hand.
When Dad Guo saw it, he picked up the pen in his hand and the test papers scattered on the bed, put it back on the table, and covered it with a blanket.
Guo's mother also saw it at the door. Her eyes were a little distressed, and she said to her husband, "Jingyu is working too hard. I feel very uncomfortable when I look at it. Do you think that I sent him to learn painting, did I put pressure on him?"
Guo's father persuaded: "It's okay, boy, if you don't beat it, you won't be a talent."
He was actually distressed, but he was relieved to see his son coming back, and he was relieved. He didn't report much hope from the beginning. Their old Guo family was a scumbag, and everyone was at this level. .
The more so, the happier the day is.
Guo Jingyu had a good night's sleep, but the Guo family and his wife were so excited that they couldn't sleep. Guo's mother pushed her husband and called him to get up to chat, "Old Guo, you said that our son is strange today, let me sign it. I can't figure it out with a guarantee."
Guo's father was happy: "He took the initiative to issue a military order? Isn't that good."
"Then what is written on the guarantee letter? If he can get into Tsinghua University, let us promise him a condition. No matter what we mention, it is interesting to attach conditions. It is only a guarantee that the whole family will live in harmony for 20 years..." Guo's mother He also laughed, "If he can get into a first-class university, even if he wants to pick the moon, I will move him a ladder!"
Dad Guo said happily: "I'll move him too, two ladders, he can climb it casually!"
The two of them never imagined that they would be so proud one day, especially Guo's mother, who knew that she was the one who went to the parent-teacher conference since Guo Jingyu was in elementary school.
The next morning, Guo Jingyu got up and ate a hot salt-baked jī.
Guo's father's craftsmanship is excellent. After returning to the oven, he also prepared a sweet and sour sauce. When eating it, it was dipped in soup, which was richer than the original taste.
Guo Jingyu was full, packed his schoolbag and went to school.
After he arrived at the school, he went to Mr. Jin, who taught art, and reported to her. After all, when I suddenly came back from the studio, I always had to say hello to the professional teacher and tell her about my situation.
Guo Jingyu had already made preparations. When he came back from the Beijing studio, he brought a few paintings that he thought were not bad. In addition, there was a letter written by Lao Cao, which said that he basically had no problem learning painting, and he could do it early next year. Directly participate in the professional examination, and suggest that he come back to stabilize the cultural course for one year.
The third year of high school is the stage of sprinting, and the atmosphere of preparation for the exam is already very dignified.
Teacher Jin also understood that she nodded immediately after seeing Guo Jingyu's painting, but she still said to him: "It's fine if you come back to take the culture class, but you must not fall behind in your major. You will have a major exam in half a year. Very important, this is your first pass for the college entrance examination, you know?"
"I know." Guo Jingyu assured her, "I will pay close attention to both sides."
Teacher Jin was still worried, and tried to discuss it with him: "Otherwise, I'm taking the second year of high school, and it happens that there is an empty art classroom in the class next to me. You take 2 hours a day to come and paint. You decide by yourself, you can leave it when you draw it, and I'll give you a review the next day." She patted Guo Jingyu on the shoulder and said in a gentle voice, "You are a good student, and the teacher is very optimistic about you, so let's continue the professional class atmosphere. Go down, don't get out of touch, it won't delay your class time too much."
Guo Jingyu said, "Okay, I'll come over to paint for my self-study in the evening."
Teacher Kim agreed.
Guo Jingyu finished the professional course and went back to Class 7—there was a small oolong here. Guo Jingyu subconsciously went to Class 27 of Senior High School first, and then he remembered that their Senior Class 37 and Class 7 were now on the third floor, and he was shaking. Now, hurry up.
When Guo Jingyu arrived, it happened to be the class teacher's class, and after making a report, he went in and sat back to his seat.
When he came in, there was a little commotion, and the head teacher wiped the blackboard in front of him and patted the blackboard, drawing everyone's attention back: "Students, continue the class, and focus on this next question. This type of question must be memorized. Prison, next week's exam is likely to be released..."
Guo Jingyu sat next to Li Tongzhou, his desk was wiped clean, but there were no textbooks on it. Li Tongzhou, who was on the side, quickly pushed his book and came over to read it with him, and said in a low voice, "You haven't received your textbooks and workbooks for this semester. They are in the teacher's office. I'll get them for you after class."
Guo Jingyu leaned over to read the same book with him, and whispered, "Is there another exam next week?"
Li Tongzhou nodded lightly.
Guo Jingyu looked around and saw that he had changed some students he didn't know. He must have been adjusted from other classes. The atmosphere in the class was very tense, and there was no relaxed play like the previous two years. Everyone was burying their heads. study hard.
Guo Jingyu was sighing in his heart, when someone suddenly touched his arm lightly, he followed the textbook and turned the page, drawing a backgammon board in the blank, Li Tongzhou handed him a mechanical pencil with his eyes down, "Come here? "
Guo Jingyu: "..."