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Chapter 78 Controlling Emotions

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    "Want to know the specific situation of Zhang Wenjun's mother?"

    Zhang Lan put down the bag in his hand, patted the sofa directly and signaled his son to sit down.

    Zhong Xiaoxiao didn't explain, she walked over and sat beside her mother.

    It was a long time ago that mother and child sat together and talked together like this, probably because they didn't communicate often together, and they really couldn't find anything to talk about when they were small on weekdays.

    But today there is finally a topic that both mother and son are concerned about.

    "Principal Niu has already mentioned the situation of Zhang Wenjun's mother With you here, I know they will be safe." Zhong Xiaoxiao paused for a while before saying: "Momyou have to deal with similar situations almost every day.  Will it get boring?"

    Zhang Lan was surprised, she didn't expect her son to ask this question.

    How should I tell him?

    Zhang Lan really wanted to sort out this question.

    About half a minute later, Zhang Lan spoke slowly: "Xiao Xiao, Mom will tell you the truth today, of course I also get bored sometimes. But since I chose the profession of doctor, there is no reason for me to be a deserter. I can't  Because I refuse patients when I get bored one day, emotional control is a compulsory homework for us. Your father and I, and many adults have to force ourselves to control emotions. I don¡¯t want to deceive you, but I want to  Let you know the importance of controlling one's emotions."

    Zhong Xiaoxiao nodded silently, of course he understood what his mother meant.

    He knows better what his mother will say later.

    Sure enough, Zhang Lan quickly said again: "I know that sometimes you don't want to go to the training class, and there will be times when you get bored, but I hope you can understand a truth, all our sacrifices today are for you to have a good time.  Tomorrow. Playing basketball sweats, and even easily gets injured. Of course I know, but if you don¡¯t practice, how can you get more points in the future high school entrance examination. As for other cultural courses, you can¡¯t miss it.  We belong to the third-tier cities here, and we couldn¡¯t compare with the first-tier cities in terms of educational resources.¡±

    "I believe you still remember the daughter of Director Dong of the Neurosurgery Department of our hospital." Zhang Lan was worried that her son had forgotten, and reminded again: "It was the girl who was wearing a white dress and played the piano well at the hospital's party last year"

    "Hmm" Zhong Xiaoxiao's voice was slightly dull in response.

    It is also because he is always like this, so Zhang Lan didn't pay much attention to it, and continued: "Jun Yan is not an ordinary girl. Don't look at her young age, she is very capable. Not only does she have good academic performance, but she also has good grades in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.  She is proficient in everything, and what is even more valuable is that she is a very self-disciplined child."

    Dong Junyan's name has been said by Zhang Lan more than once, how could Zhong Xiaoxiao not remember it.

    This name has long been a representative of outstanding students, a child of other people's family in the eyes of his mother.

    Zhong Xiaoxiao is not jealous of Dong Junyan, but just pity her.

    There is no one who likes to learn this and that by nature, Dong Junyan probably doesn't want to disappoint his parents.

    After all, they are all the same age, Zhong Xiaoxiao understands very well.

    Just like him, even if there are some classes that he doesn't want to attend, Zhong Xiaoxiao can't say no when he thinks that his parents are so busy at work and his grandpa will work tirelessly to pick him up.

    Just when Zhang Lan was about to speak again, the phone in her bag rang.

    The conversation between mother and son was interrupted, and Zhang Lan hurried into the study with her mobile phone as if looking for some documents.

    Zhong Xiaoxiao stared at the door of the study like this, and swallowed the words before he could speak in the future.

    Why isn't he controlling his emotions.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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