C17

A daughter would marry in the future. If her education was not good, it would be a disaster for others. A son was different. This was his own family, and he had to guard it strictly or else he would be at a disadvantage. In the past, she hadn't had any experience, so she had allowed Gu Qishao to freely play along with her two elder sisters. That was why she had ended up being neither a boy nor a girl.

Although much had been corrected over the years, ever since Gu Si had returned to the Gu family four years ago, he had said in the guise of having an affair with Gu Si that he wanted to remain childlike and begin to show his true self, from eating (pizza, hamburgers, ice cream, instant noodles!) to wearing (Hello Kitty's pajamas, pajamas, slippers, everything!) and then using them (face cleanser, lotion, lotion, essence, sunfrost, evening, eye, sunscreen, everything), all of which made Tang teacher doubt his gender.

A miserable example of the past was laid out there, so when it came to teaching Gu Si, Teacher Tang had to start picking him up from when he was still a child.

However, Gu Si's body was covered in Gu Zi's blood, and her thoughts had been affected by Gu Ziyu for more than five years. The devil's essence had long been buried deep within his body as he mischievously said to Teacher Tang, "Grandma, I have oil in my mouth."

Then he ran away.

Teacher Tang fiercely glared at him. Did this brat intend to use her old face as a tissue?

He ran quite fast!

"Gu Si, slow down." Teacher Tang stood behind him, exhorting him to be careful not to fall. The child's illness four years ago was still present in her dreams, causing her to wake up from her sleep.

"Got it." Gu Si's voice gradually faded away.

Ming Xue Mo's Xi Hui Middle School was the third highest comprehensive school in C City, but it was the high school that was favored by the upper class.

This school had been built more than a hundred years ago, and its history and cultural heritage were first and foremost something that no other newly established school could ever hope to achieve.

They had never participated in the C City's joint exams, and the recruitment papers were all written by the school's teachers. For every student who applied for the exams, their admission criteria were harsh to the point of disrespect. Not only did they have a good family background, but they also had excellent grades, and both of them were indispensable. Those poor Humble Class students, or those rich second generation who only knew how to cheat, could only look on from afar.

The architectural style of Xi Hui Middle School had an ancient flavor to it, compared to those modern campus buildings, it was simple and unadorned. It was said that once upon a time, there were parents who would accompany students to take the exam and shout, "This place is too old, that place is too dirty." The reason why he was rejected was that education was the result of a combination of family and school. Such shallow parents would drag the school down.

As time passed, Xi Hui's reputation spread. Everyone gradually came to know that although this school looked unsightly, it was synonymous with the upper-class upper-class upbringing base of the aristocrats. Since Xi Hui High School never expanded its enrollment and its degree was limited, it was becoming more and more popular. Being able to attend this school has also become one of the criteria for the high society to judge whether a child is outstanding or not.

Gu Si drove his car behind the long line. Although his progress was slow, the traffic was still orderly and orderly. He couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Is this to pick up students from school? Why does it feel like I'm attending a luxury car exhibition?"

As he got closer to his destination, Gu Si saw the simple and unadorned words "Xi Hui Middle School" and the heavy iron door carved with hollow flowers. He pressed down the window and stuck his head out the window, excitedly looking at the school that was always on the lips of the teachers.

He was in the fourth grade now, and he didn't have much pressure to go up to school, but he often heard his brother in the sixth grade complain while he was in the bathroom, "Our class teacher is in school again today. You have to study hard, even if you can't enter a famous school like Xi Hui High School in the future, you have to work hard to get into a better high school."

Thus, Gu Si had a yearning for the school at such a young age. Although the distance between him and Xi Hui High School didn't seem that far, the students all said, "The dream must exist. What if it comes true?" You can first set a small goal for your parents, such as finding a student from Xi Hui High School to be your neighbor.

However, when Gu Si told Gu Zi about her great ambitions, Gu Zi asked in embarrassment, "I remember that the version I heard was about setting yourself a small goal first."

He had gone to school and set his parents' goals. Why didn't these students go to heaven?!

Gu Si shook his head, indicating that their words were not without basis. "Have you ever heard the story of the Three Mothers and Three Movements?"

"I've heard of it, but that was during the Warring States period …" Gu Zi remembered the time very well. He almost gave Gu Si a feeling of "Actually, father is very knowledgeable, it's just that he usually hides it well." In the end, Gu Zi asked if they should keep going with the times. "The current policy of the country is a nine-year compulsory education. It's not easy to take advantage of the country, so there's no need to pay tuition fees for school. During these nine years, we definitely can't go to a school where tuition fees are charged."

Thus, Xi Hui Middle School had nothing to do with Gu Si, at least not in the past few years.

However, he never expected that things would take a turn for the worse. He didn't have any student from Xi Hui Junior High as his neighbor, but rather any student from Xi Hui Junior High as his teacher.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was destined to be done by the heavens!

Gu Si passionately waved at the bus stop in front of the school gate. With earplugs, he was holding a thick book that he couldn't understand while quietly standing there.

Mingmei waited until the car was in front of her before she looked up, took off her earplugs, and closed the book.

"Big Sister Xue Mei, can I go to your school to take a look?" Gu Si eagerly asked.

Ming Xue Mo regretfully told him, "Today isn't the opening day, no."

Gu Si's disappointment was written on his face. The threshold of Xi Hui Junior High was high. He even had to choose a day to visit!

"Then tell me what's special about your school." He could only take a step back.

Ming Xue Mo blurted out, "The school uniform is so lame, is it?"

Gu Si swept his gaze over her school uniform from head to toe. His yellow and red top and pants, with a yellow background and red embroidery, were as pure red as the five-star red flag, and as bright yellow as the five-star red flag.

Gu Si couldn't hold back his laughter. He had thought that the uniforms for each school would be the same ugly, but he hadn't expected that Xi Hui High School, which represented the highest level of education in C City, wouldn't be able to be on equal footing with others in the design of the uniforms.

In fact, the work of Ming Xue Mo's school uniform was very good, the fabric was also very good, but the color carried a destructive power … Gu Si didn't know what others thought of his, but he wanted to ask a question: How patriotic was the uniform designer of Xi Hui Middle School?

Well, he was in a much better mood.

"Big Sister Xue Mei, hurry and get on the car." Gu Si covered his mouth with one hand to stop himself from laughing too wildly as he pushed open the door for her with the other.

Mingxue cast a sidelong glance at his red face and said in a neutral tone, "You can laugh to your heart's content."

There was a saying in their school — if you don't want to learn, look in the mirror. You're so ugly, what's the reason you don't work hard.

She did not know from which school this came from, but she knew that there was a very clear mirror at the entrance of each classroom, and that every student understood it very well: "That is not a mirror, but a mirror."