Huang Jingping felt that this unpleasant situation was caused by her, so when she got home, she obediently prepared dinner. Feng Yiping was also very busy, as he had not yet finished the extra homework assigned by his teacher.
It took him an hour to hastily complete the two essays, one big and one small, that his teacher had assigned. When he came out, he saw that the living room was quiet and the sound of soup simmering came from the kitchen.
Huang Jingping was wearing an apron and, through the small kitchen window, was staring blankly out the window. He walked over gently and put his arms around her from behind. Huang Jingping's body stiffened at first, but then she felt it was him and her body softened. She scolded, 'You scared me!'
'I just heard God laughing, and when I came over, I saw that it was indeed you thinking. What big problem are you so engrossed in?'
'Go ahead and laugh at me,' Huang Jingping turned around and, rather than pinching, touched his waist. "Wait until I'm really as stupid as you say I am, and see what you'll do then.'
She tilted her head, "Am I really that stupid? I told you to go out and play once, and this unpleasant thing happened.'
Their highly coordinated movements were perfectly timed, and Feng Yiping gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. 'You, being kind is a good thing, but being too kind and taking responsibility for everything that happens to you is really not a good thing, it's even worse than being stupid!
What does this have to do with you? Xiaoqing is not bad, and her boyfriend, you don't know him well, you don't know his true character, but now that you do, just keep your distance in the future, what's the big deal! Do you need to blame yourself?'
'But...,'
'No buts. Don't think about it anymore. I still have some math homework to do over there!'
'Go ahead, then. I'll let you know when dinner's ready.' Huang Jingping gave him a little hug.
Feng Yiping understood that Huang Jingping was mainly blaming herself because she cared so much about his feelings. He had to act like a caring older sister and comfort her a little. As long as Huang Jingping felt that he wasn't affected, she would relax as well.
The first thing he did after returning to school was to go to Mr Chen's office to hand in his old exam paper and collect the new one. As he was leaving, Mr Chen stopped him. 'Wait a minute,' he said, scanning Feng Yiping's two essays. 'Why did you write these two essays in such a hurry?'
The old fox really can tell.
Feng Yiping was also well prepared. 'Teacher Chen, I have also set a time limit for writing my composition. When I really take the exam, I won't be able to take my time and get the job done carefully.'
The exams in the arts subjects may not be too difficult for him, but for example, in Chinese, the amount of questions is generally very large, and those who answer slowly will find it very difficult to finish them all, and there is probably no time to check.
'Hm?' Teacher Chen instinctively had some doubts. 'How long did you use for these two compositions?'
'I've set an hour for now, and I want to gradually shorten it to 45 minutes.'
'Examining the question and formulating an idea, and then putting it into words. If you can do it in 45 minutes, that would be great. But with these two questions you set today, there was no deviation in the examination of the question and formulation of the idea. It's just that when it came to the actual development, it lacked some polish. In that case, let me see,'
He pondered for a moment, 'Time must be controlled, but you can't rush the choice of words and sentence structure. If you rush, you will inevitably fall short. You can only find a way in other aspects, such as the examination of the topic and the establishment of ideas. Starting tomorrow, every evening, you come to me half an hour early. I will prepare three questions a day to specifically train you in the examination of the topic and the establishment of ideas. Okay!'
'No problem, thank you, teacher!' That's good. With his current skills, he can't write every word with eloquence, and the time for writing and layout really can't be reduced.
The third grade classroom was very quiet. Even the teachers deliberately kept their footsteps light as they walked down the corridor. Feng Yiping walked gently into the classroom and heard only a rustling sound. Not many people looked up. There were one or two who looked up from their books with a pen in their hands. When they looked at him, their eyes were completely unfocused. It was probably just that they had been staring at the test paper for a long time and were relaxing their eyes.
Whether it was the blackboard at the front or the blackboard newspaper at the back, there was no countdown on either, because there was no need for one. Everyone was keeping it in their minds.
His deskmate heard him sit down and only glanced over, then checked his book while doing his exercise book, and underlined a place where he couldn't remember the answer.
Feng Yiping glanced around the classroom and saw that none of the students were relaxed.
No matter if it is a prestigious school or an ordinary school, in the final analysis, it is the scores that matter. It is just that prestigious schools are more formal and do not force students to take supplementary lessons all day long, because there is no need to. Students will learn on their own initiative.
For the sake of their parents and for themselves, work hard and persevere. There are less than three months left. Feng Yiping cheered himself on, hoping that he would be admitted to a prestigious university.
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After listening to Feng Yiping's advice, Mayor Fang gave her husband Zheng Boxiang a task, asking him to help think of a good name for the cultural festival. Of course, she also gave the city government's secretarial team a task, asking everyone to collect the city's famous people from ancient to modern times, as well as folk customs with local characteristics.
When it came to actually doing it, they realised that it was quite difficult. For example, there are many famous people in the city, but it is still not easy to find one with a positive image and charisma.
This city is considered a place of literary and cultural excellence. During the Qing Dynasty alone, it produced three top scholars, but they were not well-known historically and people who don't study this area may never have heard of them.
The city has also produced leaders, but this is not an option for everyone, and it would be inappropriate to use their names to organise such a casual cultural festival.
There is quite a lot of folklore, but it is so unique that other places may not even know about these customs, so they can only entertain themselves.
A good idea has thus reached an impasse. Secretary Wu looked at the dissatisfied Mayor Fang and asked, 'Since this was proposed by Feng Yiping, why don't I go and ask him if he has any ideas?'
'Yes, you can ask him. It's good to open up your mind!'
On the way home, Feng Yiping saw an unfamiliar caller. He didn't want to answer, but then he thought about the last time he spoke to Zheng Jiayi, and he answered the phone. 'Hello Yiping, this is Mayor Fang's secretary, Wu,' said Secretary Wu, introducing himself. He had to say that, because he and Feng Yiping had never even met.
'Hello Director Wu,' it's not polite to address a secretary, as if the secretary of a leader would generally also be the head of the office or deputy director or something. Moreover, in our political system, the title of director can cover everything from no status to high-ranking official, so it's a catch-all title.
'What are your instructions?' It's not like Mayor Fang is summoning him again!
'I don't deserve the praise. Last time you suggested a cultural festival, and now there are a lot of opinions. Mayor Fang asked me to ask you if you have any specific suggestions that we can report together.' Of course he won't say that there are a lot of people in the government who don't have any good ideas.
'My ideas are not worthy of being considered, but I do have quite a few ideas. Don't laugh,'
'No, tell me, I'll write them down and report them to Mayor Fang.'
'Then I'll just blurt it out. Apart from celebrities, the city can organise events like the Riverside International Marathon, or focus on traditional events like the Kongming Lantern Festival. Of course, from a personal point of view, I think we could also organise a Chestnut Culture Festival to help promote our county. Hehe!'
There was no movement from Secretary Wu on the other end of the microphone. Feng Yiping 'hello'ed a few times before hearing Secretary Wu say, 'Oh, I've got it all down. Do you have any other opinions?'
Secretary Wu had just been a little distracted. They were both sensible people, and when Feng Yiping said that, Secretary Wu suddenly felt enlightened. Yes, if you broaden your horizons, there are actually so many good choices.
After listening to Feng Yiping's suggestion, the matter was no longer difficult. However, after the news got out, there were new problems. The following counties, after hearing the news, started fighting among themselves, all hoping that the theme would be their county's specialty and that the venue would be in their county. For example, Feng Yiping's county, of course, hoped to host the Chestnut Culture Festival.
Mayor Fang did not let Feng Yiping give ideas for nothing this time, and Feng Yiping reciprocated. A few days later, Feng Yiping received a phone call from someone claiming to be the director of the city TV station, saying that they were preparing to have him appear on a talk show on the science and education channel.