我爸妈是老师,每年六月高考结束,我都会听到很多励志故事。我爸从前有个学生,九点晚自修结束,回家继续温书。她妈妈都会端一杯温牛奶,放在她书桌上,然后她妈也不走,就坐在旁边的椅子上继续看书。我爸很触动,我却觉得像监工。我有个远房亲戚,是我童年的噩梦。她爸妈都算高知分子,从她小学开始,就辅导她做奥数。 My parents is a teacher, the end of the college entrance examination every year in June, I will hear a lot of inspirational stories. My dad used to have a student, self-study ended at nine o’clock in the evening, go home Wen Wen. Her mother would have a cup of warm milk on her desk, and then her mother would not go, sitting in the chair next to continue reading. My dad is very touched, but I feel like supervisor. I have a distant relative, my childhood nightmare. Her parents are counted as Kochi elements, from her primary school, she was counseled to do the Austrian number.