My Sister is a Bit Ruthless Chapter 209

Chapter 209 A kick to Wen Quxing

In the audience, there was a well-dressed professional who looked particularly nervous, nervous and excited.

He is Wen Quxing's father, Wen Chenghu, the sales supervisor of Fengyuan Shopping Center in the West District of Zixu City.

He did not tell his son that this time he was competing with the son of the boss, Tan Ruomei, for fear of putting too much pressure on Wen Quxing.

At this time, he hopes that his children can beat the boss's children by their strength. After all, the strength of the children is more important than anything else;

I also worried that my child's defeat of the boss's child would affect my relationship with the boss.

But in comparison, he still hopes his son can win.

He invested a lot of money and effort in his son's education.

Wen Quxing Wen Chenghu asked him to learn Chinese characters to recite poems when he was three years old. He also asked someone to teach him English and phonological and physical beauty. Finally, his son had an impressive grade.

He hopes that his son can shine on a larger stage.

"...The third round of the first round of the first stage of the first stage of the finals of the first poem contest of the kindergarten affiliated to Tianxiang Middle School has officially started -" Yang Jing's voice is like a fighting horn inspiring the contestants to fight the enemy bravely.

Yang Jing: "Water is the wave of eyes——"

Li Shu: "..."

Yang Jing: "The flowing water in front of the door can still be west——"

Star: "Hugh will sing a yellow chicken with white hair."

Yangjing: "Where is Rimu Township?"

Yuanyuan: "The Yanbo River makes people sad."

Yang Jing: "Playing the jade flute in the Yellow Crane Tower——"

Insects: "The plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng."

The scorer used a small blackboard to show the result of the game:

Ma Lishu: 20 points

Wenquxing: 30 minutes

Cold Yuanyuan: 30 minutes

Summer bugs: 30 minutes

After the third round, Ma Lishu was temporarily defeated, but her performance today is a qualitative breakthrough.

Before the game, Xiao Yuanyuan told her: “Even if she is crying, she must cry to the finish line. Those who can clenched their teeth to the finish line are at least mentally successful.

Of course, it's even more remarkable if you can laugh till the end. "

She expected that the final result would not change much for her, but she decided to stick to it until the end.

"Next, we will enter the second part of the competition, Flying Flower Solitaire." Yang Jing's voice was amplified by a loudspeaker and transmitted to every corner of the competition site.

Wen Chenghu's forehead was sweating, and he swallowed involuntarily, and the hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

I am more nervous than my son.

"The title of Flying Flower Solitaire is a verse with 'wind'. It must be a complete poem. The answer to the question begins—"

Lishu: The wildfire is endless, and the spring breeze blows again.

Stars: Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

Yuanyuan: The wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, and the warriors are guarding everywhere?

Chong Chong: Ten miles in the spring breeze on Yangzhou Road, it is better to roll the bead curtain.

Li Shu: The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how much flowers fall.

Stars: Thousands of miles, yellow clouds and white sun, the north wind blows wild geese and snow.

Yuanyuan: The spring breeze is triumphant with horseshoes, and I can see Chang'an flowers in one day.

Insects: It's hard to see each other, and the Dongfeng is powerless.

Lishu: I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Stars: Children come back early from school, busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites.

Yuanyuan: I don't know where to go, but Taohua still smiles in the spring breeze.

Insects: The west wind withered the green trees last night, alone on the tall buildings, looking all the way to the end of the world.

Li Shu: I want to wet my clothes and apricot blossom rain, and my face is not cold and willow breeze.

Stars: The sky is violent and the sky is high, the apes whistle and mourn, and the white birds fly back to Qingsha.

Yuanyuan: The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong men will never return.

Insects: The east wind is evil, the love is weak, and the sadness is a few years away.

When the game of Flying Flower Solitaire progressed to the 19th round, Ma Lishu couldn't catch it.

The scorekeeper locked her score at 200. Not only did she not cry, she actually grinned silly.

She thinks she has done her best today.

She touched Yuanyuan's hand with her little hand, and whispered: "Come on, Yuanyuan!"

Yuanyuan gave her an approving smile.

Stars: Waiting for idle knowledge to gain the east wind, the colorful flowers are always spring.

Yuanyuan: Autumn flowers are bleak and autumn grass is yellow, and autumn nights are long in autumn.

Chongchong: Whose autumn courtyard has no wind, and where is there no rain in the autumn window?

Stars: The ancient road is westerly wind and thin horses, the setting sun is setting, and the heartbroken people are in the end of the world.

Yuanyuan: Luo Qun can't help the autumn wind, and the residual leakage urges the autumn rain to be urgent.

Insects: I don't know when the wind and rain will end, but the screens have been wet with tears.

At the 39th round of the game, Wen Quxing was also defeated.

At the 63rd round of the game, Yuanyuan missed it.

Bugs:

Jincheng silk tube has been in succession, half into the river and half into the clouds.

I can't help but lose my soul, the wind is westerly, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Where is the wine sober tonight, Yangliu Bank, Xiaofeng, waning moon.

The mica screen has a deep candle shadow, and the long river gradually falls and the sun sinks.

The autumn breeze never blows, always Yuguan sentiment.

Chong Chong finished today's game after receiving the 67th Poem.

The scorekeeper shows the finalists' scores:

Ma Lishu: 200 points

Wenquxing: 410 points

Cold Yuanyuan: 650 points

Summer bugs: 700 points

The audience was impressed by Xiao Chong's wonderful performance, and Xiao Yuanyuan also patted Xiao Chong. Seeing Xiao Chong Chong defeating Wen Quxing, she felt very open.

Seeing his son defeated, Wen Chenghu was hit hard. If he knew that the bugs had reached such a reserve of poetry within two or three months, he would be even more shocked.

The asymmetry of power is an objective existence and can never be eliminated.

"I announce that the champion of the first poetry contest of the kindergarten affiliated to Tianxiang Middle School is Xia Chongchong, and the runner-up is Leng Yuanyuan.

They will represent the kindergarten affiliated to Tianxiang Middle School to participate in the "Tang Feng Song Yun" children's group competition on Zixu No.1 Station. Let us send them the warm applause again! "

Just as the audience thundered in applause, Wen Quxing suddenly rushed to the little insect and slammed the little insect's chest with a small fist.

Xiao Yuanyuan didn't react at first, but when she did, she flew up and kicked towards Wenquxing——

Wenquxing also lay on the ground!

was so scared that Wen Chenghu rushed to the podium, picked up Wen Quxing and returned to the auditorium.

Leng Yuanyuan first confirmed that Xia Chongchong was okay, and then righteously reprimanded Wen Quxing, "Just beat someone, can you be more embarrassed!"

The scene was chaotic.

Parents are also talking about it.

"This kind of competition puts too much pressure on children, should they be engaged?"

"Society will not become kind because you are under pressure. It is also good to cultivate a sense of competition early."

"Children's tolerance for failure is problematic!"

"It is important to educate children to treat victory or defeat correctly!"

"It seems that I have to strengthen my child's failure education when I go back!"

That night, Wen Chenghu brought Wen Quxing and a large bag of fruits to the North District and rang the doorbell of Tan Ruomei's house in person.

Wang Zhenmei, the little nanny of Tan Ruomei's family, opened the door.

"I am a staff member of President Tan, my name is Wen Chenghu, I will come to see President Tan." Wen Chenghu introduced himself.

Wang Zhenmei opened the door and let Wen Chenghu and his son enter the door enthusiastically, "It turned out to be Manager Wen, please come in!"

"Mr. Tan has a cold. It is in the master bedroom upstairs. Should I invite her down?"

"No need to labor her, I will go to see her and leave."

Wang Zhenmei led Wen Chenghu and his son upstairs.

Along the way, Wen Quxing looked around, "Dad, Xia Chong Chong's house is so big, our house is so small!"

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