People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

Chapter 185 Lin Dongzhe is a talented person

Xiaoting was holding a letter her brother had sent back. "This letter is like seeing you in person. Mom and Dad, Xiaoting, Pengfei, Dongzhe, are you all well?"

"The workload is even heavier this new semester. I originally thought the teacher would arrange for us to go back to Suzhou to observe and study gardens, but who knew the teacher would suddenly change the plan and send us to do research on the alleyways of Shanghai, to design small living spaces. You have no idea what Shanghai's alleyways are like. In a narrow passageway, children are doing homework, washing clothes, and people are cooking. It's packed full. The alleyways are narrow, and people's living space is even smaller. It's like the narrow passageway in a canyon you see in a book. I think that's why the teacher sent us to research the alleyways—to understand space, explore space, improve space, and make reasonable use of space..."

My initial design draft was even shown to the students by the teacher!

He compared and talked a lot...

Lin Dongzhe sat to the side, listening with great interest. "Xiaoting, what did Brother Tunan mean by that? What's this 'one-line sky'?"

Xiang Pengfei walked over and said, "I think I understand what you mean, brother. It means it's very crowded! There's nowhere to stay!"

Xiaoting smiled and ignored them. Instead, she took out some paper from her desk and began writing a reply to her brother.

As she wrote, she read aloud: "It says that Dad has been transferred to work at No. 1 Middle School. Pengfei is very happy, while Lin Dongzhe is dejected."

Upon hearing this, Pengfei immediately panicked and rushed over, clasping his hands together. "Xiaoting, you can't say I'm happy! If I come back for summer vacation, I'll eat you alive and won't let me go out to play! Xiaoting, please, please don't write it like that!"

Xiaoting looked at the two of them and couldn't help but laugh. "No, we should be realistic."

Upon hearing this, the two immediately lowered their heads, looking helpless.

With his hands behind his back and a regretful expression on his face, Dong Zhe paced back and forth in the room, muttering, "It's such a pity that Brother Tu Nan and the others can't come back. The flowers in the garden are blooming in turn, so vibrant, and there are all sorts of local delicacies. Sigh, what a pity, what a waste of such a good opportunity!"

With a mischievous grin, Xiang Pengfei quietly approached Lin Dongzhe from behind and then suddenly hugged him: "What's the pity? I think you want to see Sister Zhang!" As he spoke, he deliberately winked.

"Hey, Pengfei, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Lin Dongzhe forcefully broke free from Xiang Pengfei's embrace, and the two began to wrestle on the bed. "I'm doing this for Tu Nan's sake."

Xiaoting sat at her desk, ignoring their playful bickering, her pen flying across the paper as she recorded the little things happening at home.

A letter was quickly written.

She carefully folded the letter, put it in the envelope, then stood up to go out and mail it.

Seeing Xiaoting leave, Pengfei suddenly lost his playful mood. He pulled Lin Dongzhe onto the bed and called out towards the door, "Xiaoting, where are you going?"

"I'm going to mail the letter!"

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Days passed by, and before we knew it, it was time for the parent-teacher conference.

As a teacher at the school, Zhuang Chaoying was naturally very familiar with all the school's regulations.

According to the school's regulations, the top 30 students in each grade can directly enter the school's senior high school section to continue their studies.

Xiaoting once again secured first place in her grade in this exam, and without any doubt, she was directly admitted to the high school section of the same school.

Zhuang Chaoying has always been very confident in her daughter. Even without the gene-optimized sugar pills she developed, Xiaoting is still very outstanding thanks to her own hard work and talent.

After the parent-teacher meeting, the teacher specifically called Song Ying and Lin Wufeng to the office.

"Parents of Lin Dongzhe, this mock exam is crucial. It can basically determine the approximate range of schools students can apply to in the future. Lin Dongzhe did quite well this time. With his current grades, getting into No. 1 High School should not be a problem. This child has great potential and excellent mental fortitude. He didn't panic at all during the exam, and his math, physics, and chemistry scores were particularly outstanding. Here are the mock exam papers from the first and second mock exams. Parents of Lin Dongzhe, please take a look!"

Lin Wufeng and Song Ying took the test papers and were overjoyed to see the bright red high scores on them.

Song Ying smiled and gently nudged Lin Wufeng, whispering, "Our Lin Dongzhe is quite outstanding." Lin Wufeng nodded repeatedly, his eyes also filled with joy.

However, before they could even celebrate for long, the teacher's next words were like a bucket of cold water poured over them.

"Lin Dongzhe's parents, his biggest problem right now is his writing!"

As she spoke, the teacher handed over the Chinese language test paper. "Don't be too happy yet. Composition is very important in exams. This mock exam required a narrative essay, but he went completely off-topic. But to be honest, it was quite good; he has a strong literary foundation. If I give it a low score, I also feel that some parts of the essay are really well-written. It's really giving me a headache!"

Lin Wufeng looked at his son's essay and thought, "Damn it, ugh, I can't scold my own wife!"

How could a seasoned college graduate like him not understand what was going on in his son's head?

Xiaoting has talked about it, Tu Nan has talked about it, Teacher Zhuang has talked about it, and I have taught them countless times with great care, but why can't they write essays clearly?

He suddenly remembered the scene when Lin Dongzhe wrote his first essay, which was copied from Tu Nan's "My Father is a High School Math Teacher". At that time, it caused quite a few jokes. He never expected that writing essays would still be such a big problem for him now.

Lin Wufeng muttered to himself: His son is a talent, a real talent! A once-in-a-century talent!

At this moment, he truly understood what Song Ying often said: whether a child is outstanding or not sometimes cannot rely entirely on education; it seems that fate also plays a part.

Seeing that Wu Feng was staring blankly at the test paper without saying a word, Song Ying gently nudged him with her elbow.

"Wu Feng, listen to what your teacher has to say!"

The teacher continued patiently, "This is the score from the second mock exam. Although the argument is wrong, the logical thinking is clear, and the argument is well-founded. In terms of writing skills, it's actually a good essay. But as everyone knows, the essay accounts for thirty points."

Every teacher has different grading criteria for essays. It's possible that going off-topic will result in zero points, while something might be highlighted and earn points. Therefore, you should make the most of these two months to help him improve his writing skills.

The teacher paused, then smiled at Lin Wufeng and his wife: "We teachers have discussed it, and Lin Dongzhe's only weakness right now is his writing. As long as he performs normally in the high school entrance exam, getting into No. 1 High School shouldn't be a problem."

Song Ying, who had been listening in a daze, smiled instantly when she heard the teacher say that Dong Zhe could go to No. 1 Middle School. She even took a special look at Wu Feng next to her.

Song Ying and her friend stood up. "Teacher, don't worry, we'll definitely give him a good talking-to when we get home! Thank you!"

Afterwards, I said goodbye to the teacher and left the office.

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