My Empress is My Bad Girl

The monitoring is just changed, it's very new, and even the sound can be heard clearly.

Those foul language and ridicule were clearly passed into the ears of everyone present.

Wan Mei trembled with anger.

The policeman said: "Both parents see clearly, do you hear clearly?"

Zheng Zihao’s mother also lost her face. She grabbed her son and slapped him on the face. She cursed, “I’m tired of making money for you to eat and drink. You do this for me in school? Hooligan? Son of tortoise!"

"Hey, Zheng Zihao's mother, don't hit the child." The principal hurriedly stopped.

Qian Juan said coldly: "Is busyness the reason? I don't usually educate my children well, and now I'm playing around in school. Parents like you, I see a lot! Good children are destroyed!"

Without waiting for Zheng Zihao’s mother to react, Qian Juan’s spearhead was directed at Wan Mei, “Mother Zhao Xiaojing, your child is so talented and will be a seedling who can go to Tsinghua Peking University in the future! As a result, his grades are so bad! You are a parent. Why are you doing this? Taking the child's future as a misconduct?"

Tsinghua University?

Zhao Yuanjing has no feeling for these words.

But in other people's ears, it was tantamount to a burst of thunder.

Especially the principal.

He was stunned directly.

He has been in this junior high school for seven or eight years, and no student has ever been admitted to Tsinghua and Peking University after he left here.

If there is, it can be regarded as a glorious deed during his tenure.

Of course he was excited.

Even if you don’t consider universities and only consider the high school enrollment rate, if the students of Ninghai Middle School get the top few in the city in the high school entrance examination, it will be amazing.

The school’s value immediately doubled, and the housing prices in the surrounding school districts also rose. As a result, he, the principal, will also have better opportunities for promotion.

The principal rubbed his hands and asked Qian Juan excitedly: "Mr. Qian, which student did you just talk about?"

"Zhao Xiaojing."

"Classmate Zhao Xiaojing?" The principal looked at Zhao Yuanjing and recalled carefully. In this year's eleven graduating class, he had seen the overall ranking of the grade several times. Why didn't he remember that he was in the top ten?

The principal simply didn't want to think about it, and kindly asked Zhao Yuanjing: "Student Zhao Xiaojing, how many places do you rank in your monthly test scores this time?"

Zhao Yuanjing shook his head: "Forgot."

"Forgot?" The principal looked suspicious and looked at Wan Mei, "Do you remember Zhao Xiaojing's mother?"

Wan Mei nodded: "One hundred and one."

headmaster:"…"

If he remembers correctly, the total number of students in the entire third grade is only more than 500?

This result is simply a countdown.

In a junior high school with average grades like Ninghai, with such grades, there is absolutely no hope of being admitted to the most common high school.

Let alone Tsinghua University and Peking University.

That is all daydreaming.

The principal was discouraged and said to Qian Juan: "Mr. Qian, we are talking about this here, so stop joking."

"What am I kidding?" Qian Juan, still with a gloomy face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, raised the paper to the principal, "A student who can make a perfect score, dare you say that he can't get into high school?"

The principal is also from a liberal arts background, and when he glanced away, he was amazed by the beautiful words on the test paper.

He couldn't help reaching out and picking up the paper, scanning it carefully.

The paper has been corrected by Qian Juan.

Bright red full marks.

It's a pity that there is no essay part, and I still can't see the true level.

But with the previous ones as the basis, the probability will not be less than one hundred and ten.