Chapter 11

Han Fei still takes notes carefully in class and records the key points drawn by the teacher. For a learning slag, it is unrealistic to find out all the knowledge points. He can only selectively overcome the problems. Han Fei chose to trust the teacher. After all, for students, the teacher must study the test questions more thoroughly, especially the teachers in key high schools.

Seeing that Han Fei didn't seem to be affected by the gambling incident, Li Yanan couldn't help wondering if he was so sure that he would be admitted? No, even Shen Weiwei doesn't dare say he will be admitted? Why should he?

Shen Weiwei is also wondering, yes, Han Fei, why? Is there really a relationship in his family that can escort him to art school? Unlikely? She knows what's going on at Han Fei's house. Well, Han Fei said it himself.

After school in the afternoon, Han Fei put on his schoolbag and walked out of the school door. He heard footsteps behind him, paused and turned back. It was Li Yanan.

They didn't say anything and rushed to the subway station one by one.

In the roar of the subway, Li Yanan suddenly asked, "what's your admission number?"

Han Fei was stunned and asked subconsciously, "what did you say?"

"No, nothing." Li Yanan shrunk back slightly across the crowd, unable to hide his loss.

Along the way, Li Yanan stopped talking several times and didn't speak until downstairs of the community. Han Fei saw her standing stupidly and gently pulled her: "Alas, why? It's blocked at the door. If you don't go back, others have to go home."

Li Yanan took out the key and went home. Li Yanan was so angry that he stamped his feet and came home in a stuffy voice.

When LV Peiling heard the doorbell, she thought it was her husband who came back. She said angrily, "how many times have I told you to bring the key, but I don't listen..... Eh, girl? You lost your key?"

"No, I'm too lazy to take it. I'm tired. Go back to my room and have a rest first." as soon as Li Yanan returned to his room, he threw his schoolbag on the bed, and then picked up a bear pillow, which was a ravage.

"Han Fei, you big fool! Ah ~ ~ ~" out of anger, Li Yanan held the incompletely damaged pillow in his arms and painfully smoothed the wrinkles on the surface. This pillow was also a gift from Han Fei on her 16th birthday and the only thing in her room with little female flavor, although when he received the gift at that time, Li Yanan said hard that she didn't need such a Niang pillow, but in fact, this pillow has been placed at the head of her bed.

With a "Ding", Li Yanan casually opened his mobile phone. A red dot lit up on wechat. When he opened it, it was actually sent by Han Fei, with a string of numbers on it.

"This guy heard it clearly and was deliberately angry with me!" Li Yanan was happy and angry. Finally, he "giggled" with his mobile phone.

At dinner, Li Yanan swept away his decadence when he just entered the house and took out his mobile phone to laugh happily from time to time. LV Peiling wondered, what's the matter with her daughter? When I returned to the house, I was still dead. Why is it like eating half a step with a smile?

At the dinner table, Han Fei also felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong. Dong Jie and Han Xiao both looked like they wanted to talk and stop. Of course, this did not stop him from eating haisai. He didn't know why. Now he feels he can eat very well. The key is that he doesn't grow meat. It's perfect.

"Wait a minute, we have something to tell you. You can save some for us." Han Xiao was photographed by Dong Jie several times, and he was depressed.

"You want a divorce?" Han Fei raised his eyebrows and looked at Han Xiao. "Does my father have a third child?"

"What... What? I'll have a junior. Where did you learn this?" Han Xiao was anxious. He couldn't help it. If he didn't make it clear, would he have a good life in the future?

"Oh, my mother thinks you are too poor and is going to find me a rich stepfather?"

Dong Jie patted her son, smiled and scolded, "you smelly boy, don't talk nonsense, can't you expect us to be better?"

"Let's talk about it. Look at your face of worrying about the country and the people. I don't know. I thought you were going to kill your relatives." Han Fei continued to eat.

Dong Jie was angry but twisted him: "can't you stop your mouth after eating? It's easy for us..."

"Well, the next sentence must be - it's not all for you. Goodbye, two parents. What's the age? Please live for yourself for a few more years. It's a year less in the future." Han Fei must be unable to eat here. He wiped his mouth and hurried away.

Han Xiao scolded angrily: "the smelly boy thought he had learned well. He didn't expect his mouth to be so damaged."

"Isn't that all inherited from you?" Dong Jie glanced at her husband.

Han Xiao was speechless for a while. Did he wrap around for a long time or did he wrap around him? However, I have to admit that although Han Fei's words are a little damaged, there are some reasons. Now parents want to put all their love on their children, and whether the children can bear it or not. It seems selfless, but it's actually selfish.

"Well, it seems that we are worried for nothing. The boy can see better than us. Just because of our consciousness, he still wants to persuade his son. In the end, he will be taught a lesson by his son." Han Xiao sighed, picked up a bowl and was just ready to eat.

Dong Jie patted off his chopsticks angrily: "hungry ghost reincarnation, it's cold. Wait for me to heat up."

Han Fei was supposed to go to the cram school at the weekend, but later Han Fei found that the cram school was not the same way as him, so he never went there again. It's better to review by himself at this time. With the results of the mock exam, Han Xiao and Dong Jie didn't say anything, so they agreed.

On Monday, Han Fei got up early to catch the subway to class. On this day, Han Xiao and Dong Jie didn't go to work. They sat nervously in front of the computer with a note in their hands.

"Why is it still a blank? Have you refreshed it?" Dong Jie was a little anxious. After all, it was related to her son's fate. Could she not care?

Han Xiao directly pushed the laptop to Dong Jie: "I've been refreshing all the time? You can, you come."

Dong Jie looked up at the wall clock in the living room and complained, "it's a quarter past nine. Why hasn't it been announced yet?"

"Eh, OK!!!" Dong Jie suddenly screamed, startled Han Xiao, leaned over and looked. Sure enough, there were links to various art colleges on the page.

"Er... Which one to start with?" Dong Jie suddenly trembled.

Han Xiao didn't think: "of course, it's from the poor to check first!"

"Yes, yes!" it's obvious that they don't hold any hope for Han Fei to be admitted to the Beijing Film and Television Academy at all.

However, the more you look down, the colder your husband and wife will be. Han Fei's score is not more than 150 in any college at all. This score, let alone the 0.5%, can basically be regarded as the bottom

"There's only Beijing Film and Television Academy left. Do you still check it?" Han Xiao couldn't hide his disappointment.

"Check!" Dong Jie bit her teeth and finally spit out a word.

"Then you input."

"Lao Han, my hand is shaking ~ ~"

"No, you give it to me, I shake too..."