Transmigrated in the 90's as a Little Dumpling (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 64

Song Qiaoxi thought that she did a good job in the preliminary examination of Xiaoshengchu, ranking fourth in the class and top 20 in the level department.

It was also the first time that she knew that not only did she fail to pass the foreign language experimental class for her own good grades, but even the secondary school affiliated to the normal secondary school, the counterpart junior high school, had to work harder to get into the experimental class.

Chu Jin was in her heart. Although he was very good and very powerful, he was always number one because of the exam ranking in the class, and he never fell out of the top five in the class. Song Qiaoxi did not feel that the gap between the two people was so different. big.

Listening to what Feng Feng and her mother said today gave the eleven-year-old Song Qiaoxi a sense of crisis for the first time.

She stared at Chu Jin in a daze. He must have heard the conversation between Teacher Feng and his mother, but there was no expression on his face, his eyes were fixed on the question book in front of him, and the pen in his hand did not stop.

"Hey," Song Qiaoxi couldn't help but poke him with her finger, "Did you hear what Teacher Feng said?"

Chu did not lift his end, and said in a low voice.

"Oh......"

Song Qiaoxi lowered her head and said nothing.

He knew it, and heard it...

So, did Chu acquiesce in going to the experimental middle school, or the experimental class of the second middle school or the first middle school?

Song Qiaoxi doesn't want to go straight to the Second High School, she wants to go to a foreign language school.

When she was still very young, sister Qiu Meng told her dream school that there are English teachers, nice uniforms, a variety of extracurricular clubs, and you can learn a second foreign language...

Just thinking about it, the door of the teacher’s office opened, and Song Qiaoxi heard her mother say: "Xixi, do it all, pack up your schoolbags, let’s go home."

"Mom, Teacher Feng..."

Song Qiaoxi called her mother and nodded to Teacher Feng, obediently packing her schoolbag.

Niangsan walked to the gate of the school together, and out of the small alley attached to the Normal School, mother stopped a taxi on the main road.

In 2001, you can no longer see the yellow noodles that ran all over the street on Qizhou Street a few years ago.

Now, the taxis running on the streets of Qizhou are all models of Jetta, Santana VISTA, Santana 3000, Kia, etc. The colors are also richer, white, red, blue, green, and any color.

Mother stopped a white Santana, and the three of them returned to the compound together.

When he got home, it was rare for Dad to get home from get off work on time.

Some time ago, because of the big news that the twin towers of the United States were bombed, the entire newspaper office was busy working overtime for a long time.

At that time, the whole class was discussing this matter. Most of the fifth class of the sixth grade were children of the newspaper.

Song Qiaoxi almost had a big quarrel with Wang Junyang because of this.

Wang Junyang was arguing with her with arms akimbo, "The United States deserves it. Who made them blow up our Yugoslav Embassy and hit the plane of Martyr Wang Wei. The crime is so sinister that they deserve to be hit!"