Zhou Xiaoyun’s Happy Life

Chapter 159 Yingming Middle School I’m here

 In Zhou Xiaoyun’s expectation and joy, a month passed in the blink of an eye.

On the day of registration, Zhou Guoqiang got up early and made a phone call to Zhou Mingli's home. The person who answered the phone happened to be Song Mingli.

Song Mingli said on the phone: "Second brother, don't worry and bring Da Ya here. I will greet you at the school gate."

Zhou Guoqiang felt relieved, put down the phone and urged Zhou Xiaoyun to go faster.

Zhou Xiaoyun specially wore a white shirt and suspender skirt, and braided her hair into a braid, which was so long that it almost reached her waist.

Hmm, one little lady, one hundred points.

Zhou Xiaoyun took photos to the left and right, and finally came out at the urging of Zhou Guoqiang after having enough photos.

Dabao actually doesn’t go to school until tomorrow. Today is the day for first-year junior high school students to register and pay fees and he doesn’t have to go. However, Dabao, who is tired of staying at home, insists on going along to join in the fun.

Thinking that Dabao could ride a bicycle more efficiently than himself, Zhou Guoqiang agreed to take him with him.

 Xiaobao blinked and wanted to follow, but unfortunately Renxiao had no say. He watched with jealousy as his brother Dabao proudly rode on his bicycle and followed Zhou Guoqiang and Zhou Xiaoyun.

 Zhou Guoqiang refused to let Zhou Xiaoyun ride alone and insisted on taking her with him. Feeling his father's love for him, Zhou Xiaoyun got in the car obediently without raising any objection.

Dabao wanted to show off his superb riding skills. First he held on to the handlebar with one hand, and then he let go of both hands. The bike moved forward crookedly but did not fall over.

Zhou Xiaoyun's crisp laughter reached Zhou Guoqiang's ears, and Zhou Guoqiang felt very happy and comfortable. In response to Dabao's behavior, he just frowned and told him not to let go of his hands.

Dabao held on to the handlebar with one hand and stepped on the wheel quickly in the wind, which was very cool and unrestrained - this is what Dabao thought of himself.

Zhou Xiaoyun couldn't help but laugh. There was really no way he could change Dabao's personality.

I thought I was early enough, but when I arrived at the gate of Yingming Middle School, I saw that the gate was already crowded with people. It seems that parents and students come here to register and pay fees. There are quite a lot of people.

Zhou Guoqiang and his two children squeezed and squeezed among the crowd, and finally arrived at the door. However, the door was not open yet and he could not go in. He had to wait at the door.

It was said that the door would not open until eight o'clock on time, and the adults crowded at the door, both familiar and unfamiliar, began to chat.

Finally, a person who looked like a guard opened the door, and the parents rushed in with their children.

Zhou Guoqiang and Zhou Xiaoyun Dabao followed the crowd into the campus.

Zhou Xiaoyun looked at the campus. She only looked at the gate from a distance, and her impression was that it was a very large and impressive middle school.

The senior high school and junior high school of Yingming Middle School are separated by a wall and can be accessed through two gates. I heard that the high school is much bigger than the junior high.

 From Zhou Xiaoyun's perspective, even the junior high school campus is big enough.

The area is estimated to be seven or eight times larger than Xingwang Primary School. The central road is a clean and spacious cement road with long flower beds on both sides. There are some flowers and trees planted in it. The teaching buildings on both sides are three-story. There are several buildings.

 There is a large playground at the back with a circular track, a basketball rack, a table tennis table and the like. The playground can accommodate 2,000 to 3,000 people and is covered with green grass. It will be very pleasant for students to play football on the grass in their free time.

What attracted Zhou Xiaoyun's attention the most was the long row of glass windows, which were filled with calligraphy and painting works or excellent compositions. Zhou Xiaoyun looked over one by one and couldn't help but be speechless. It seemed that there were so many talents here that we should not underestimate them!

Dabao was also here for the first time and was most interested in the playground. He said to Zhou Xiaoyun: "Daya, the playground in our school is not as big as here, and the teaching building is not as new as here."

Of course, this is the top middle school in the county.

Zhou Xiaoyun suddenly felt a sense of pride in his heart, and felt a strange touch in his heart.

 Yingming Middle School, I, Zhou Xiaoyun, am here!

Song Mingli searched for a long time at the school gate and saw only people coming and going but Zhou Guoqiang and Zhou Xiaoyun were not seen, and she couldn't help but feel anxious.

Song Mingli, who was about to go to the campus to find someone, suddenly saw Zhou Guoqiang, Zhou Xiaoyun and Dabao heading towards the gate. She raised her hand to indicate that she was here.

When we met, Song Mingli complained: "Second brother, didn't I ask you to wait for me at the school gate? Why did you take your child to the campus again, which made me look for a long time and was so anxious. I also I was assigned to teach Chinese in the first grade of junior high school and also serve as the class teacher. There are a lot of things to do? "

Zhou Guoqiang quickly explained with a smile: "The children wanted to go around the campus. I saw you weren't here, so I took them to get acquainted with each other. I didn't expect you to be here in such a short time. I'm really sorry."

　　Seeing Zhou Guoqiang apologize to her, Song Mingli felt a little embarrassed, so the two of them just said a few polite words.

Dabao winked at his sister: "Daya, do you think you will be assigned to the third aunt's class?"

Zhou Xiaoyun shrugged: "Of course I want to, but there is no such thing as a coincidence!"

It would be best if he could be placed in the third aunt's class. If the third aunt has a Chinese teacher and head teacher, then I would definitely be able to receive more care in the class.

Although I disdain to use the back door, who wouldn’t want to go if there is a back door?

Song Mingli took several people to the accounting office. She gave Zhou Xiaoyun's name and handed in the admission notice. She took out her household registration book and registered her basic information before paying the tuition.

Zhou Guoqiang Xindao School's tuition is so expensive. Dabao paid quite a bit last year, but this year Zhou Xiaoyun's tuition is half as expensive as Dabao's.

 No wonder there are not many rural children going to the city to study in middle schools. Firstly, the distance is long, secondly, the admission scores are high, and thirdly, the tuition is so expensive. How many are willing to let their children go to school?

However, Qian Zhou Guoqiang didn't feel distressed at all.

As long as his child can go to a good middle school, he will be willing to spend more money. Who is he working all day long for? Isn’t it all for the children?

Let Xiaobao and Erya come to the city to study tomorrow. If they can't get into college, it would be better to take a technical secondary school or college or something like that than go out to work.

Zhou Guoqiang felt happy when he thought of this, and felt that the future was bright.

 After paying the tuition and receiving the invoice, Zhou Guoqiang took his children and followed Song Mingli to see which class Zhou Xiaoyun was assigned to.

 A large piece of red paper has just been posted outside the teaching building, with names densely packed on it.

 A bunch of parents were gathered around to watch, and it was impossible to squeeze in.

Song Mingli also just learned that she would teach the first grade of junior high school this year. She only knew that she was the Chinese teacher and head teacher of Class (4) this year. She didn’t even know how many students there were and what they looked like.

Song Mingli wanted to go to the teaching office to look at the list, but she was afraid that the teaching office would be busy today and it might not be convenient, so she had to let Zhou Guoqiang look for it here slowly.

Song Mingli herself went to the class and waited for the new students to register.

 (End of this chapter)