"It seems that it's not from our school." Kong Jiaming shook his head, "I didn't ask who it is. I didn't plan to stop it. If a crush can make someone strive forward, I think it's worth encouraging."

"That's of course. If you don't delay your study, what's the need to stop it?" Teacher Su, who teaches English, is a young teacher who just graduated and open-minded.

Teacher Yang sighed: "That's really good. I almost buried such a genius. With Zhao Xiaojing's grades, is it safe to be the Affiliated High School of Normal University?"

Kong Jiaming smiled bitterly: "North Normal University Affiliated High School? That's not something you can get with good grades, it's not like a tuition fee of about 100,000 yuan a year. Zhao Xiaojing's situation is not very good."

"As long as he can rely on high scores, the Affiliated High School of Normal University should have scholarships to apply for. In this year, the child has good grades and can't he fail to get into the school?" Teacher Chen seemed very excited.

The history teacher was even more eager to try: "I'll try the history test now."

He took the papers.

However, it was empty.

On Friday afternoon, Zhao Yuanjing did not come.

He asked for leave.

He didn't plan to take leave, but someone didn't let him go.

Wan Mei called and said that grandpa was not good enough and asked him to rush back to see him for the last time.

Thinking of the old man's loving eyes to him and thinking about Zhao Xiaojing's grandson the most, Zhao Yuanjing thought about it and went there.

The old man was lying on the bed, confused.

The children and grandchildren were all crowded in the house.

Zhao Yuanjing asked: "Why don't you send it to the hospital?"

"He is like this. Not to mention whether the hospital will accept it or not, it will be useless if it is sent. Why bother to suffer that? " Aunt Wan Moli stood at the door and said.

She was wearing a green tight skirt, a valuable bag on her arms, a white face and a red lips, and looked graceful.

It seemed that I disliked the smell of the old man in the house and refused to get close to it.

Wan Mei sat beside the bed and greeted Zhao Yuanjing: "Xiao Jing, come over and say something to grandpa. Grandpa has been chanting your name just now."

Zhao Yuanjing was busy over.

Wan Mei patted the old man on the shoulder: "Dad, Dad! Open your eyes and see, Xiao Jing is here, Xiao Jing is here to see you."

Hearing the word "Xiao Jing", the old man opened his eyes hard and saw Zhao Yuanjing, and suddenly burst into tears, "Child, your life is miserable... Grandpa is about to see you..."

Zhao Yuanjing's heart moved slightly.

This dying person probably saw that he was not Zhao Xiaojing.

But the others in the room, including Wan Mei, just thought it was the nonsense that the old man said and didn't care.

The old man muttered a few more words, then closed his eyes and stopped talking.

After a while, Wan Mei suddenly started crying: "Dad, Dad!"

Wanhua and Li Chunliu also rushed to the bed and started crying.

Wan Moli also called out a few times, but was soon interrupted by the ringtone of her cell phone. She went out to answer the phone, and after she came back, she said to Wanhua: "Brother, now my father is no longer here. Should I discuss the matter of this house?"

Wan Mei was furious: "Sister, are you so anxious? Dad just left, and you can't wait to divide the property?"

"You have to say it early and late, don't pretend. If you have the ability, don't tell me this!" said Wan Moli.

"Then I will tell you the truth, you can't get this house from Dad." Wan Mei was so angry, "Dad had transferred the house to Xiao Jing long ago, and even gave it to Xiao Jing's real estate certificate!"

Everyone else was shocked.
Chapter completed!