A great director who grew up happily

Chapter 142 Beijing’s Educational Resources

Fang Yifan held his buttocks together and was supported to move forward in small steps, just like a hen about to lay eggs.

Seeing this awkward walking posture, Chen Jinnian couldn't help but ask, "How come you're injured after not seeing you for two days? Did your mother beat you?"

"Go away, how could my mother hit me?" Fang Yifan said irritably.

"Oh, my cousin wasn't beaten by my aunt, it was just..."

Just as the simple-minded Lin Lei'er was about to explain, Fang Yifan quickly stopped her. He covered her mouth with his hand and said, "Shut up! From now on, you are not allowed to say a single word about what happened to me over the past two days. Do you hear me? Speak."

"No no no."

Lin Lei'er struggled frantically, and Fang Yifan finally realized that he was still blocking his mouth, and immediately put his hand down.

"Yeah, I understand cousin, let's go."

Then, without saying hello, the two of them walked up the stairs and headed towards the classroom.

"Ah, Lei'er, go slower, don't you know it hurts?"

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I forgot."

Watching Fang Yifan climbing up the stairs step by step, twisting his body like an octogenarian, Wang Yidi felt very confused: "Where is he injured? Why does he seem to be sick all over?"

"Is his butt injured? I think he seems to want to cover his back, but he feels embarrassed." He was not very clear about it, mainly because he hadn't seen Fang Yifan in the past two days.

Could it be that it was really Tong Wenjie who hit him?

But when a mother beats her child, she never kills him. She just does it for the sake of showing her affection.

The two looked at each other for a long time, but couldn't figure out what was going on. Chen Jinnian supported Wang Yidi and followed them to the classroom to sit down first.

In fact, he could walk up these steps faster by holding Wang Yidi, and at the same time he could also give Li Meng some strength, but this aroused Wang Yidi's firm opposition. She didn't want to be under the gaze of her classmates' gossipy souls all day long.

But even so, when the two of them hugged each other and arrived at the classroom door, they were still met with Li Meng's scrutinizing gaze.

Fortunately, the head teacher was still humane. After seeing Wang Yidi's injured right foot, he didn't say anything and waved his hand to let the two in.

After Chen Jinnian sent Wang Yidi to his seat, he went out to push the electric bike back to the carport. When he returned to the classroom, everyone in the class was there.

Before the morning reading class officially started, Li Meng stood at the podium and knocked on the table.

"Stop for a moment. I have two announcements to make. Both are related to the parent-teacher conference on Friday."

When they heard that it was about the parent-teacher meeting, all the students became quiet, including the few who were still reciting with their heads down, who raised their heads and looked forward.

"First of all, after school this afternoon, the school will take up some of your time to arrange a series of psychology seminars. This matter has already been discussed at the parents' meeting. Every student is required to attend and no leave is allowed, especially you, Chen Jinnian."

Li Meng pointed in a circle and finally stopped at the direction where he was sitting. He was the guy who took the most leave in the class.

After glaring at him, Li Meng continued, "The theme this time is 'Know Yourself, Reduce Stress.' There are many activities this time. I hope you all listen carefully and participate. Okay, do you have any questions?"

"Teacher, is this lecture long?" asked the class monitor Zhang Yulan.

"The time is short. You can't study 24 hours a day. That will cause problems. You should relax when you need to."

“Teacher, do I still need to write my reflections?”

"No, the purpose of this lecture is to relax you and relieve stress. Writing a reflection is not relaxation. What is the purpose of this lecture? It is to relax you and relieve stress."

Li Meng had just finished answering when Qiao Yingzi also raised her hand and asked, "Then why let Chen Jinnian go? If you reduce the pressure on him, he'll go to heaven."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help laughing, including Li Meng, who had been keeping a stern face, and also showed a rare smile.

It was only then that the students realized that their head teacher looked really good when he smiled.

Chen Jinnian gently pushed Qiao Yingzi's back in the front row. When she turned around, he said slowly, "I'm glad you're considering Uncle Chen, but I don't like the tone you used just now."

"Go away, whose uncle are you?" Qiao Yingzi rolled her eyes at him, then pulled the English textbook off his desk, revealing the magazine underneath.

"Alright, alright, this is a done deal, and all the parents have agreed. Whether you want to or not, you have to go. So, Chen Jinnian, write me a separate report on your experience."

Li Meng said standing on the podium, not knowing whether she wanted to put pressure on Chen Jinnian or saw the extracurricular books on the desk, or maybe both.

Now everyone laughed even louder.

But for Chen Jinnian, they were the only ones having fun, and he had nothing.

After everyone quieted down, Li Meng continued to announce, "The second thing is also related to the parents' meeting. The teacher has received inquiries from parents about art exams, especially those for film and television academies and drama academies. Many parents are attracted by the relatively low score lines, but are also very confused about whether their children are suitable."

"To address this issue, the school leadership has invited teachers from the Central Academy of Drama's acting program to come to the school to review the process and offer some suggestions. The time is today at 11 a.m., after the third class. Students interested in applying can go to the club classroom to participate in this activity."

"Wow."

There was a sudden sound of frog croaking below the podium, and everyone couldn't help but whisper to each other.

Even Chen Jinnian was surprised. He had not expected Chunfeng Middle School to be so prestigious that they could invite teachers from the Central Academy of Drama to provide advance guidance.

However, when I think about the day when senior year officially started, the school invited the admissions offices of more than 60 public undergraduate colleges in Beijing to come, which seems insignificant.

With 8 985 schools, 26 211 schools, and two top C9-level universities alone, it is no exaggeration to say that Beijing's educational resources are inhumane.

The last place as wealthy as this was in Kunming in 1937, because it was home to Southwest Associated University, once the top university in Asia, and it was also the period when Peking University and Tsinghua University were most united.

"But I remind you, others should not join in the fun. If you are caught, you will be treated as a truant."

But the last words Li Meng left did not cause much splash.

When the third class was over, countless students still rushed to the club classroom to see what was going on.

Chen Jin also supported Wang Yidi and slowly walked over. At this moment, he was thinking the same thing as the others who were joining in the fun, which was - "Who is this teacher from the Central Academy of Drama who was invited?"