1527: C1527 Garzé's Anxiety

C1527 Garzé's Anxiety

No one in the family noticed that Jiaze had been very quiet recently.

Actually, it wasn't just the others who were troubled. He was also very busy in primary school.

The results of the monthly test this time were out. He did very badly.

Holding the test paper, Jiaze didn't even dare to imagine himself returning home and handing the test paper over to his parents.

Not to mention, there was a wall in the house that was specially used to hang Nianxue's certificate and certificate.

If Ouyang Qing'an did not give him a good beating when he took back his report card, it would be an insult to his father's name.

Thinking of this, Jiaze became even more distressed.

He had a good student sister who usually had a long face, but if he compared her with her during the exam, it would be the cruelest thing in the world.

Furthermore, Nianxue was usually sensible and obedient, unlike him who liked to be mischievous and mischievous. His parents also liked his sister more...

Dragging his chin, Jiaze looked at the scenery outside the window and could not help but sigh.

There was simply no way to live these days!

He gritted his teeth and could not help but think about his life after junior high.

According to Nianxue, primary school exams were the easiest, but he had already done so badly. What should he do after entering junior high school?

Just as Jiaze was thinking about something, his classmate suddenly walked over.

"Jiaze, are you busy this afternoon? If you are free this afternoon, come with us to the internet cafe."

The boy pushed Jiaze's shoulder as if he was very familiar with him. "You haven't played with us for a long time. Anyway, your grades are so bad that you won't be able to improve further. You might as well come with us."

He didn't know that every word he said was poking Jiaze's heart, but the boy was still mumbling to himself. "If your score falls by another ten or so points, it will be about the same as ours. This is already the sixth grade, you won't be able to learn it no matter how hard you try. Why bother? "

"Enough, enough. Stop talking." Jiaze covered his ears. He did not want to accept such a bloody fact, but the reality was that what the other party said was the truth.

Hearing that Jiaze was not willing to listen, the boy curled his lips. "You are still a little older than your sister, but she has already advanced to the third year of junior high. Anyway, there's already someone in your family who's good at studying. Your parents probably won't care about you, right? "

" Is that what you say? " Jiaze turned around and deliberately did not look at the boy. His tone was a little disheartened. "I've already worked very hard. If I don't have talent, then I don't have talent. No matter how hard I work, I can't do it."

No matter what, they were good brothers. The boy didn't continue to laugh at Jiaze. He put his arm around the boy's shoulder and said with a smile, "Are you sure you don't want to go to the internet cafe with us?"

"I really don't want to go."

Hearing the word internet cafe, Jiaze had a headache.

Last time he went to the internet cafe with his classmates, he was reported by the girls in his class. Then, his teacher called everyone's parents.

When he went home, Ouyang Qing'an pressed him on the sofa and gave him a good beating. His butt couldn't be touched for three days. He could only lie on his stomach every day when he slept, not to mention how hard it was.

Jiaze had a deep impression of this matter. How could he repeat it? Plus, his exam was so bad this time. If he was caught by Ouyang Qing'an, he would definitely lose his life.

Shaking his head, Jiaze said with a face full of rejection, "If you want to play, go play. But be careful, don't let other people see it again. Otherwise... "

Hearing Jiaze mention this, the boy became silent, as if he remembered something bad.

The smile on his face disappeared instantly because he could go to the internet cafe.

Holding his butt, the boy secretly looked around. "Our idea isn't that bad, right?"

Hearing his question, Jiaze spread his hands to the side. "You're asking me. Who am I asking?"2

He could not even protect himself now. How could he have the time to care about others?

When he thought about how he would have to give his report card to his mother after he got home, Jiaze hugged his head and howled in pain, "Why is there an exam in this world? Why?"

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