Chapter 85 Eighty-five It turned out that

early the next morning, Song Fenglin went to the Experimental Primary School to hand in his daughter's admission materials, and by the way, he looked at the class schedule offline.

The watch had just been posted, and about a hundred or eighty people were crowding around to see it.

He definitely couldn't squeeze in, and could only look at each class through the crowd. He didn't realize it until he got to the middle. He took out his phone, took a picture and posted it in the group with the caption: [Xingxing is in Class 6].

The child's grandmother was the first to reply: "Sixty-six good luck, auspicious."

Song Fenglin hadn't thought of this at first, but he thought it was a good idea when he heard it. He sent a thumbs-up emoticon to his mother-in-law, then found the awning of Class 6, Grade 1, and lined up behind the other parents.

Perhaps because he felt that they might not see each other often in the next six years, or maybe it was just boring to just stand there, the parent in front of him turned around and spoke to him: "Is your family a boy or a girl?"

Song Fenglin: "Girl."

He then returned the favor by asking her: "What about yours?"

The old lady: "A grandson."

It sounded a bit like an insult, so Song Fenglin could only respond: "Oh, a boy."

He took a step forward along the line, racking his brains to think of what to say next.

Fortunately, the old lady is very talkative and can hold the whole show by herself.

As long as Song Fenglin uttered some interjections nearby, it was enough for her to output continuously. She didn't know what was going on, but she even knew where her son and daughter-in-law worked.

The person who said it didn't think there was anything wrong, but Song Fenglin felt it was a bit inappropriate.

But he had to queue here and couldn't avoid it, and he was too embarrassed to just deal with it coldly. The soles of his feet felt like ants were crawling across them, biting him and making him feel anxious, so he took another step forward.

After walking forward step by step, we finally arrived at Song Fenglin.

He took out the documents to be submitted from the file bag, showed the teacher his name written on the back of his daughter's ID photo, signed to confirm the class placement and school uniform size, scanned the code to pay the fee, joined the class group, and changed the note to "Chen Xingyue's father."

Just these few things are a piece of cake for him, but for some parents they can be a lot of trouble.

Some forgot their photos, some worried about the size of their school uniforms, and some kept changing the names of their class group.

With Song Fenglin's patience, he felt inferior to that of the teachers sitting there.

But the teacher has a good temper, which is always good for my daughter.

After all, she is the first child in the family, and everything about being a father is going through for the first time with her. He has no experience to refer to, but he still wants to take care of everything for her.

Therefore, after finishing his business, Song Fenglin strolled around the school to take a look at the environment. If it was not really inconvenient, he would even want to go into the women's restroom to check it out.

The Experimental Primary School is spacious enough and has many campus facilities. After walking around the school, it is just time for lunch.

Song Fenglin walked to the coffee shop and bought two bowls of beef noodles from a restaurant he passed by.

Chen Yun knew he was coming and was not surprised at all. She said, "I'll make two orders of takeout. You eat first."

Song Fenglin put the lunch on the table first: "You make it and I'll pack it up."

That's fine, otherwise the deliverymen would be in a hurry during rush hour, and Chen Yun didn't want to delay them. After all, her father also delivers takeout normally.

She hummed and didn't pay any more attention. She handed over the orders in her hand one by one and breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Fenglin just realized that there should be another person in the store, and looked around: "Where's Xiaoxiao?"

Chen Yun: "She said, 'She suddenly fell ill and had to go to the barbecue restaurant to see a doctor.'"

A store of her size can't afford to pay too high a salary, and it's not easy to recruit employees who are suitable in all aspects. Usually when she is in the store, she gives the barista more freedom and doesn't put too many restrictions on working hours.

Song Fenglin is very old-fashioned in some aspects. For example, he can't stand people talking about death and illness all the time, thinking that it is unlucky to say so too much.

He said, "Then there's no need to tell them that you have a sudden serious illness."

Chen Yun: "That's a popular saying on the Internet recently."

Song Fenglin obviously didn't understand why something positive and energetic wasn't popular.

But at most he just muttered a few words in his heart and said, "Eat it! It's getting cold soon."

Chen Yun asked him about the materials submitted in the morning, paying special attention to whether the head teacher looked friendly.

Song Fenglin made a special observation: "Teacher Xu looks quite gentle."

He also said: "It's hard to say whether he is good or bad. Didn't you say to let Xingxing go first?"

Chen Yun pondered the issue of dividing her daughter into different classes for several days.

She knew a little about several first-grade teachers and knew that they had good academic qualifications and abilities, but their teaching styles were slightly different.

Even if it is a biological child, it is difficult to tell which one is more suitable for her at the moment.

Therefore, the couple thought about it again and again and decided to let nature take its course.

But you have a choice, and no one says you can't regret it.

Chen Yun began to worry: "Will being too gentle make it difficult for me to control the students?"

Song Fenglin had been in and out of his daughter's kindergarten to participate in activities more than once, and he deeply felt that no matter what kind of teacher it was, it would be difficult to completely control these energetic young people.

He said, "With seven or eight years of work experience, that's longer than the two of us have been parents. He must have experience."

It's really hard to refute what he said.

Chen Yun stopped worrying and just glanced at his watch: "What time did you meet with Xiao Zhang?"

Song Fenglin: "Not set yet. He slipped out when I got there."

Chen Yun was not very familiar with his childhood friend. After all, they lived in different cities, but he was familiar with his deeds.

She said, "Why does it sound like he's skipping classes?"

Song Fenglin thought carefully, "It's a bit like that." He

laughed unconsciously, "He used to be a professional skipper."

Is it necessary to laugh like this? Chen Yun felt inexplicably sour, but didn't say anything.

Song Fenglin mentioned Zhang Zhensheng again. After finishing his meal, he cleaned up the garbage and glanced at his phone: "I'm leaving first. I'll pick you up in the evening."

Chen Yun waved and said "goodbye". She watched him get a taxi before turning on the projector in the store to watch TV.

Over there, Song Fenglin drove past three intersections and stopped in front of a five-star hotel.

He has been in Ningjiang for so many years, but he is still not used to the thoughtful service in some high-end places. He feels a little embarrassed when someone helps him open the door. He feels even more uneasy when he gets a "Hello, welcome" from every waiter he passes by, as if he would feel guilty if he doesn't spend some money here.

Therefore, when Zhang Zhensheng just found a suitable opportunity to sneak out of the meeting, he discovered that his childhood friend had ordered an afternoon tea set, with small and exquisite desserts on each layer of the three-layer stainless steel shelf.

He said, "If I had known you were going to eat this, I would have stolen some for you to have a tea break."

Song Fenglin: "Can we not call it stealing?"

Zhang Zhensheng: "How can it be considered stealing when it comes to scholars?"

He criticized again: "You still have no sense of humor."

Song Fenglin admitted that he didn't have any sense of humor and said, "This is free, eat it."

The biggest gain for Zhang Zhensheng from attending these academic conferences with nice names is to order some fat, and he was not polite at all. While eating, he said, "It's just that I don't have time, otherwise I would have treated you to a meal

of abalone, shark's fin, and bird's nest before I leave tonight." In fact, in terms of personality, the two people are almost poles apart, but twenty or thirty years of friendship have made them ignore these differences. Even if they haven't seen each other for a long time, they don't feel unfamiliar and can sit down and chat about all sorts of things.

After chatting for a few words, Song Fenglin's cell phone rang.

He took it out of his pocket and looked at it: "My wife."

Zhang Zhensheng zipped up his mouth, and his eyes exuded a straightforward look of "I want to hear what you have to say."

Song Fenglin didn't stand up. The first thing he said after the call was connected was "Hello", the second was "Really?", the third was "Okay, I'll take it to you later", and the fourth was "Okay, bye".

There were four sentences in total, but they still made him look very happy.

Zhang Zhensheng couldn't help but complain: "Look at your worthless face."

Song Fenglin casually put the phone upside down on the table: "You are not married, you don't understand."

Zhang Zhensheng nonchalantly hit back: "Your wife understands you?"

Song Fenglin was choked and speechless.

Zhang Zhensheng did not blow the horn of victory. He put a piece of food that looked fancy and looked like biscuits into his mouth and said vaguely: "What's wrong with you just telling her directly?"

Song Fenglin said frankly: "I'm a coward, I'm afraid."

Since he said so himself, Zhang Zhensheng was embarrassed to scold him. He took another piece of dessert and commented: "It's not very delicious."

Song Fenglin: "Then why do you eat so much?"

Zhang Zhensheng: "Not wasting food is a good virtue for us academics."

Song Fenglin: "I don't think you are here to do academic research."

Zhang Zhensheng didn't want to come at all and complained a hundred times.

Perhaps it was because of the words that involved other people's privacy that Chen Yun came back to her senses.

She put the dough she had just kneaded aside to ferment, stretched out her little finger to hang up the phone call that was still on the line, washed her hands and wiped them on her apron, repeating the action and thinking: Song Fenglin, so you think I don’t understand you?