After registering and checking the information, Wei Zhi got the No. 16 interview card and interviewed in classroom No. 3.
Li Zebai waited in the waiting area with Wei Zhi in his arms, watching children one after another nervously go in and then come out crying, some even wet their pants, Wei Zhi's eyes widened in shock!
What kind of questions did the interview teacher ask, why did the children cry, it was simply a scene of destroying the flowers of the motherland on a large scale!
Seeing her poking her head, Li Zebai stroked her hair and asked, "Is the baby scared?"
Wei Zhi shook her head Can she say that she is looking forward to it?
Li Zebai smiled and patted her head, then looked at Xu Yan, who was registering at the mid-shift registration office in the distance, he seemed to be arguing with the person in charge, his expression was not very good, and then he saw Xu Yan holding Xu Dongyue away The small class registration office.
After speaking a few words with the person in charge of the registration office of the small class Xu Yan's complexion became even worse!
In the end, he looked at Li Zebai with a speechless face!
Wei Zhi reckoned that the bad things her father had done had been exposed, so she quickly became calm and threw herself into Li Zebai's arms and did not move.
After Xu Yan received the number plate, he walked over with Xu Dongyue in his arms, and stared at Li Zebai expressionlessly.
Li Zebai's expression was calm, his face didn't blush and he asked without heartbeat: "What did I ask you?"
Xu Yan gritted his teeth: "Ask us if we are married!"
Li Zebai rubbed his chin: " Tsk, the people in this school are too serious."
Wei Zhi: ""
Baba is because you are not serious and have the face to criticize others!
As soon as Weizhi finished shouting in her heart, she yelled "Number 16, little friend Li Weizhi" at the door. She quickly slipped off her father's lap, carried her schoolbag and followed the teacher into the classroom, while Li Zebai was taken to the next classroom Check out the surveillance.
There are three interview teachers in the classroom, two women and one man look young, and they are very friendly with smiles on their faces.
Wei Zhi obediently walked to the small plastic stool opposite the teacher, and was about to sit down when she saw water on the small bench, which was obviously sprinkled by someone.
Has the interview started yet?
Wei Zhi didn't bring a tissue, so she calmly said to the teacher: "Teacher, it's wrong for you to waste water like this."
After finishing speaking, Wei Zhi dragged the stool to a small bucket in the corner, controlled the water, then pulled the tablecloth covering the teachers' desks to wipe it clean, and sat down.
The teachers showed satisfied smiles, and when Weizhi sat down, one of the teachers asked: "Li Weizhi, the teacher asks you a question, if both parents fall into the river at the same time, and neither of them can swim, but You can only save one of them, so who will you save?"
Wei Zhi: " Teacher, is He Da?"
Teacher: "it's very big, bigger than our classroom, and the river is very deep. Mom and Dad will drown soon."
Wei Zhi continued to ask calmly: "Is there anyone else by the river?"
Teacher: "No, only you."
Wei Zhi asked again: "Is there a rope, a bamboo pole and a tree beside it?"
Teacher: "No, the ground is all around, and the ground is very clean."
Wei Zhi spread her hands: "The Baba Mama can only drown, I'm too young to save them."
Teacher: "Aren't you sad when they drown? If you can swim and can save one of them, are you really not going to save it?"
Wei Zhi continued to spread her hands, and sighed helplessly like a little adult: "Don't help me, although my daddy and Mama can't be together when I'm alive, it's okay to be together when I'm dead. I still have three older brothers and Brother Huo who can take care of me , I¡¯m not afraid, and the teacher said it¡¯s if, so my mom and dad won¡¯t die.¡±
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The corner of Li Zebai's mouth twitched: ""
So his baby subconsciously wants his parents to be together? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com