It was not until I arrived at the school gate that Lin Yian barely suppressed his overly excited mood.

After parking the car on the side of the road, Lin Yian untied his seat belt and got out of the car. A sip of cold wind sucked into his lungs, making him sneeze.

Lin Yian said "hissing" and then sighed: "Child, I just realized that you are working so hard now."

Liner, who was also sneezed by the wind: "Ah?"

Lin Yian pulled the collar of the windbreaker and said slowly: "Look, what's the difference between this kind of weather coming to school and a little match girl?"

Liner: “…”

Sentenced.

Parents who came to attend the parent-teacher meeting needed to register at the school gate. There were already many people there. Lin Er took a look there and decided to go back to the classroom first.

"Young Master Lin?" She pulled Lin Yian's sleeve and called him.

"Hmm?" Lin Yian was originally looking at the registration office in front. When he heard Lin Er's voice, he turned his head, "What's wrong?"

Liner pointed to the south: "Did you see the white walls and black tiles teaching building in front?"

Lin Yian looked in the direction of her finger and vaguely saw the outline of a building.

The architecture of No. 9 Middle School is a typical Republic of China style, integrating the characteristics of Chinese and Western styles. The teaching building is like a mansion in the old Shanghai Concession area, hidden in the lush towering ancient trees, which is not easy to distinguish.

"See it." Lin Yian nodded.

"My classroom is right there, on the first floor, after entering through the main entrance, you walk to the right, and the classroom leaning against the side stairs is the first class."

"You go back to the classroom first?"

"Yeah." Liner nodded, his little white face was almost buried in the scarf on his neck, so his words were a little vague, "It's too windy here."

"Okay." Lin Yian rubbed her head casually and pulled the hat of the sweatshirt in her school uniform to her head, "Go, it's cold here too."

Lin Er nodded and turned slowly toward the teaching building.

It was still early, and there were not many parents of students in the classroom in Class 1, but the students in the class had almost arrived.

The classroom of No. 9 Middle School is spacious, with bright and clean windows on the north and south walls. The sun shines outside the window. The wind and rain that lasted for half a month suddenly stopped. The sun rarely smiled from behind the clouds. It was a rare sunny day in winter.

Overall, it is a good weather for a parent-teacher meeting.

Liner entered through the front door of the classroom and went to take a look at the parent registration form posted at the door.

This registration form was filled out by Lao Chen before school yesterday, saying that he would count the number of people coming to attend the parent-teacher meeting.

There are not many parents coming, there are 38 people in the class, and only about half of them have been confirmed.

Lin Er's eyes fell and soon saw Xie Yan's name on the table.

As she expected, the horizontal bar behind his name was empty and nothing was filled in.

Xie Heng won't come.

Lin Er felt relieved inexplicably. She had been thinking about this. When she went to bed last night, she dreamed that Lin Yian and Xie Heng had a fight at the parent-teacher meeting.

Pulling the bag strap that was sliding down from his shoulders, Liner walked into the back seat.
Chapter completed!