Chapter 179 He's lying! No one can have two mothers! ...

When Wen Min returned, he simply collapsed onto the sofa.

Lou Lan: "Why are you so busy today? Have you had dinner yet?"

Wen Min: "We ate. Director Zhang took us to the cafeteria."

Today, Wen Min went to the higher authorities to report to Director Zhang on the preparations for the free clinic. Director Zhang thought it was a great idea when Wen Min mentioned that he wanted to organize a series of events. However, Xingchen Welfare Home was too small and lacked manpower, so he wanted to gather other welfare homes to take turns hosting the events.

So Director Zhang called over the other welfare home directors to discuss the free clinic. They talked until late at night. Wen Min took leave to pick up Wen Xinghe but didn't have time to bring her back, so he took Wen Xinghe with him to the meeting and only returned now.

"The food in the cafeteria isn't as good as what we eat at home," Wen Xinghe said.

Lou Lan laughed and said, "I'm afraid even if you ate your way through the entire South City cafeteria, there aren't many places where the food is as good as home cooking. Xinghe, are you still hungry? Let me get you something to eat."

Wen Xinghe: "I'm full, Aunt Lou."

Lou Lan: "That's fine then."

Wen Min shifted her lying position and said, "Someone called today saying they wanted to volunteer at the orphanage, but I've been busy with the free clinic lately, and you have to take Xingrui to class every day. I couldn't spare even one person to receive people, so I turned them down."

Lou Lan: "Are you a volunteer?"

Wen Min: "No, they are philanthropists in society."

Lou Lan: "People with a heart for the community? Our facility doesn't have an official website, and our volunteers are all assigned from the district welfare home. How could people with a heart for the community possibly contact us?"

Wen Min: "I don't know. It seems like you go to the orphanage often. I guess you heard about us from other orphanages. I wish someone could come and help you, but they can't do much even if they come for a day or two. The main problem is that there's really no one at home to receive you."

Lou Lan: "Although I'm a bit busy on my own, I can manage."

Wen Min: "Let's talk about it after I finish my free clinic activities."

Lou Lan: "Whatever you say."

...

Overwhelmed with excitement at learning to jump rope, Wen Xinglin dreamt of it all night. He even analyzed how to use his wrists to better control the rope's speed, when to jump, and how high to jump to easily clear the rope while conserving energy. He analyzed and memorized these ideas repeatedly. The next day, he not only hadn't forgotten them but also jumped even more steadily than the night before.

Wen Xinglin went to school for the first time with anticipation. Usually, when classmates looked at him on the way to school, he wondered if they were looking at his lips, if they would laugh at him for looking strange, or if they would talk about him behind his back as a monster.

Wen Xinglin walked into school with his head held high and chest out. Occasionally, classmates would look at him. He thought they would be very surprised if they knew that he had learned to jump rope in just one day. There was a physical education class this afternoon, and everyone would find out that he had already learned to jump rope. Wen Xinglin couldn't help but laugh as he thought about it.

The students passing by thought he was greeting them with a smile, so they also smiled and greeted Wen Xinglin. Wen Xinglin was caught off guard and received a lot of friendly greetings, and he was in a good mood until class started.

The first class after morning reading is Chinese class.

After entering the third grade, students are required to write compositions. Writing compositions is a completely new and challenging learning activity for third-grade students. Since the beginning of the school year, teachers have been teaching students to fill in the blanks, imitate sentences, and list structures. This week, the teacher finally asked the students to write their first composition.

The Chinese teacher came in carrying a stack of notebooks. Everyone knew they were composition books just by looking at the color of the notebooks, and everyone became very nervous.

Sure enough, the Chinese teacher said, "I've finished grading everyone's essays."

"Everyone did a great job writing their first essay."

The teacher didn't criticize!

Everyone immediately relaxed.

The classroom began to fill with chatter.

"Keep quiet!"

The Chinese teacher continued, "You get cocky after just a little praise, huh? I was only encouraging you because it was your first time writing. Do you really think you wrote so well? You've already learned how to write compositions, and I've explained what to include in this composition three times. But what happened? Some of you either didn't provide any specific examples, or your sentences were disjointed, or I couldn't understand what you wrote at all. And what did you write about your classmates? I asked you to write about your mother, and you wrote that a bird insulted you on your way to school? What did the bird insult you about? Did it call you stupid?"

Hahahaha!

The last sentence caused a burst of laughter!

"Quiet! What are you laughing at? You wrote all of this yourselves, and you still have the nerve to laugh!"

The classroom gradually quieted down again.

The Chinese teacher continued, "Of course, some students wrote very well. It's clear that they listened attentively in class and wrote diligently at home. I especially want to commend Wen Xinglin, whose essay was excellent."

"Wow!"

A burst of unexpected exclamations erupted in the classroom.

The Chinese teacher said, "Although Wen Xinglin's grades are not the best in the class, he is very obedient. The teacher said that composition is very important, and we have only just started learning it. As long as we study hard from now on, we can all do well. Unlike some students who are proud because they usually get good grades, they do not study new content seriously and their compositions are terrible."

The teacher didn't call on anyone by name, but everyone looked at Bai Guigui in unison. He was the best student in the class, so if the teacher didn't praise him, she must be scolding him.

Punishing a group of people is one thing, punishing one person is another. The teacher could tell what these kids were thinking just by looking at their eyes. "Why are you all looking at Bai Guigui? I wasn't talking about him, I was talking about you guys!"

The students in the classroom were listless again.

The Chinese teacher was good at the "give a stick and a sweet treat" tactic: "It's not a big problem if your first writing isn't good. Recognize your shortcomings, study hard, and you'll get better and better in the future. Now, let's listen to Wen Xinglin read his composition and learn from him, okay?"

"Okay!" the students answered in unison.

Wen Xinglin was already feeling dizzy when the teacher praised him privately.

When he heard the teacher call him to go up to the podium to read his composition, he walked up there blushing and feeling dizzy.

The Chinese teacher handed him his composition book. "Don't be shy. You wrote very well. Come on, read it to everyone so they can learn from you, okay?"

"Okay." Wen Xinglin, still dazed, took the composition book and began to read aloud: "My mother, I have two mothers..."

"He's lying!"

He was interrupted before he could finish his first sentence.

The quiet classroom began to buzz with discussion.

The Chinese teacher said, "Continue reading."

Wen Xinglin: "I have two mothers, one is Mother Wen, and the other is..."

"No one can have two mothers!"

He was interrupted again. Wen Xinglin looked at the classmate who interrupted him, Wang Xiaoqi, somewhat helplessly.

Wen Xinglin's blushing and bewildered appearance gave Wang Xiaoqi tremendous courage. "Wen Xinglin doesn't have a mother at all. He's lying because he's too ugly. His mother doesn't want him anymore. He's just an unwanted orphan!"

"Shut up!" The Chinese teacher sternly interrupted Wang Xiaoqi.

Many of the third-grade students didn't know what an orphan meant, but they all heard that Wen Xinglin didn't have a mother, and they were all very curious: "Wen Xinglin, do you really not have a mother? Did your mother really not want you?"

Wen Xinglin stood behind the podium with his head down, tears falling one by one onto the podium, scattering chalk dust everywhere.

The Chinese teacher asked Wen Xinglin to return to his seat first, and it took a lot of effort to quiet the classroom down.

"Class, has the teacher ever taught us that when other students are speaking, we should listen attentively as the audience?" the Chinese teacher asked.

"We've been taught!" the students answered in unison.

One female classmate said, "It is very impolite to interrupt someone when they are speaking."

The Chinese teacher said, "Yes. But some students don't understand this principle."

The Chinese teacher first glanced at Wang Xiaoqi, then scanned the entire classroom. The students who had just been making a fuss all shrank back and dared not make another sound.

Third-grade children are not so easily fooled anymore, but there are many ways to explain. The language arts teacher said, "Everyone was brought into this world by their mother. No one is without a mother. It's just that some mothers, for various reasons, cannot stay with their children forever, so they entrust their children to other mothers. Some mothers also left in a hurry and didn't have time to find another mother for their children. But, no matter whether our mothers have left us or not, as long as we remember them, they will always be in our hearts. Wen Xinglin's biological mother must have had a compelling reason to entrust him to his current two mothers. Although Wen Xinglin's current mothers are not his biological mothers, the teacher believes that Wen Xinglin's two mothers must love him very much, which is why he can write such a good composition, right, Wen Xinglin?"

Wen Xinglin nodded emphatically as she sobbed and wiped away her tears: "Yes, my mother Wen and mother Lou love me very much, and I also have older brothers, older sisters, younger brothers and younger sisters."

The female classmate who had just spoken said enviously, "Wen Xinglin has two mothers, as well as older brothers, older sisters, younger brothers and younger sisters. That's too many! I only have one mother, and I don't have any older brothers, older sisters, younger brothers and younger sisters."

“I know, I saw his mother and his older brother and sister taking him to school, and his younger brother and sister picking him up from school.”

"I saw it too, his older brother is so tall, taller than my dad!"

"Yes, his older brother even drove him to school in his Lazy Sheep car and secretly stuffed him with delicious treats in his backpack!"

"Wow!"

The Chinese teacher accidentally discovered an incredible secret.

Amidst the envious whispers of his classmates, Wang Xiaoqi grew increasingly silent.

The class was off, so the Chinese teacher waited until everyone had had their fill of envy and quieted down before saying, "Wang Xiaoqi, have you realized your mistake?"

Wang Xiaoqi blushed and slowly stood up. "I understand, teacher. I shouldn't have interrupted Wen Xinglin from reading his composition."

The Chinese teacher said, "Your words not only interrupted Wen Xinglin's speech, but also hurt his feelings. You should apologize to him."

Wang Xiaoqi, from a distance, apologized in a muffled voice: "Wen Xinglin, I'm sorry."

The Chinese teacher didn't ask Wen Xinglin if he had forgiven Wang Xiaoqi. When the bell rang, she simply said, "That's all for this lesson. Class dismissed."

After the whole class said "Thank you for your hard work, teacher," I returned to my office.

An Fusheng was cooking with great enthusiasm when he suddenly received a call from Wen Xinglin's homeroom teacher. He thought it was something urgent, but it turned out that the homeroom teacher said that the school prohibits students from bringing food to school, otherwise they would be criticized by name at the next parent-teacher meeting.

An Fusheng:......