The surveillance was changed, it was very new, and even the sound could be heard clearly.

Those filthy words and ridicule were clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

Wan Mei shook so angry.

The policeman said: "Did both parents see clearly, have they heard clearly?"

Zheng Zihao's mother also had a blank face. She grabbed her son and slapped him in the face, cursing: "I'm working so hard to make money, to feed you and drink. Do you want to make these things for me at school? Be a little hooligan? A turtle son!"

"Hey, Zheng Zihao's mother, don't hit the child." The principal hurried to stop him.

Qian Juan said coldly: "Is it a reason to be busy? I don't educate my children well, but now I'm making trouble in school. I've seen many parents like you! All the good children have been ruined!"

Before Zheng Zihao's mother could react, Qian Juan pointed at Wan Mei directly, "Mom Zhao Xiaojing, your child is so talented, and he will be a seedling to go to Tsinghua and Peking University in the future! As a result, his grades are so poor! How do you, a parent? Don't take your child's future seriously?"

Tsinghua University and Peking University?

Zhao Yuanjing had no feelings about these words.

But in the ears of others, it is like a thunderbolt.

Especially the principal.

He was shocked.

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

If so, it would be considered a glorious deed during his tenure.

Of course he was excited.

Even if you don’t consider the university, you only consider the high school admission rate. If students from Ninghai Middle School get to the top few in the city in the middle school entrance exam, that would be amazing.

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

The principal rubbed his hands and asked Qian Juan excitedly: "Teacher Qian, which student were you just talking about?"

"Zhao Xiaojing."

"Class Zhao Xiaojing?" The principal looked at Zhao Yuanjing and recalled carefully. He had seen the overall rankings of the grades several times in this class. Why don't he remember that he was among the top ten?

The principal simply stopped thinking about it and asked Zhao Yuanjing amiably: "Student Zhao Xiaojing, how many grades do you rank in this monthly exam?"

Zhao Yuanjing shook his head: "Forgot."

"Forgot?" The principal looked puzzled and looked at Wan Mei, "Does Zhao Xiaojing's mother remember?"

Wan Mei nodded: "Five hundred and one."

headmaster:"……"

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

This result is simply the countdown.

In a junior high school like Ninghai with average grades, there is no hope of getting into the most ordinary high school.

Not to mention Tsinghua and Peking University.

That's totally daydreaming.

The principal suddenly felt anger and said to Qian Juan: "Teacher Qian, you are talking about this here, so don't joke."

"What am I kidding?" Qian Juan still had a gloomy face that had not changed for thousands of years, and held the papers in front of the principal. "How dare you say that a student who can make full marks cannot get into high school?"

The principal also came from the liberal arts department. With a glance, he was amazed by the beautiful words on the test paper.

He couldn't help but reach out to pick up the paper and browse it carefully.

The test paper has been corrected by Qian Juan.

Bright red full marks.

It’s a pity that there is no essay part, and the real level is still not visible.
Chapter completed!