After hearing this, Teacher Yang couldn't help but sigh softly, waved her hand helplessly, and indicated that Xie Yan could leave.

He knew in his heart that Yangyang's parent was eloquent and persuasive. After a few words, he had unknowingly been led astray. He was afraid that if the conversation continued, he would be brainwashed. So he could only hurry up and send the person away.

After Xie Yan left, Teacher Yang spent a long time alone in his office thinking. He realized that he lacked natural talent and had relied entirely on hard work to get where he was. He always thought that if the children worked harder, they could have a bright future, but he forgot that this was Beijing, and the children here were different from him.

However, Xie Yan made a valid point: just because the two children are from the same family doesn't mean they have to be compared.

Xie Yan, who came out of Teacher Yang's office, also looked relieved.

To be honest, he was actually a little afraid of the teacher.

As model young people nurtured by the Chinese nation, almost none of them disrespect their teachers, not even the top students with excellent grades.

Outside the office, Yangyang and Tangtang were waiting anxiously.

Seeing their father finally come out, both of them breathed a sigh of relief. Yangyang even cautiously glanced at Xie Yan's expression, and only breathed a quiet sigh of relief when he saw that Xie Yan's expression wasn't too bad.

But he kept his head down, looking like he had done something wrong, a stark contrast to his usual lively personality.

Tangtang was also afraid that her father would scold her brother, so she looked at Xie Yan timidly.

After all, Mingming's father had been yelling at her in the hallway for a long time, and Mingming was so scared that she cried. Her father even hit her.

Xie Yan was both amused and annoyed by the two little quails. He couldn't help but reach out and give Yangyang a light flick on the forehead, saying, "Alright, stop looking so timid and cowardly. Let's go home."

He reached out his other hand and took Tangtang's hand, saying, "Let's go. You're number one, so hold your head high and walk with the aura of a number one."

When Tangtang heard her father say that, she knew that her father didn't care about Yangyang's poor test score. So she put on a big smile, obediently puffed out her little chest, and walked forward like she was raising a national flag.

Even after returning home, Yangyang still couldn't believe that he had escaped so easily.

He always felt that his father was definitely brewing some big move, ready to "take action" against him at any time.

After finishing her meal, Tangtang, the twin sister, saw her brother looking worried and earnestly comforted him, saying, "Brother, it's okay. The fact that Dad didn't confront you when he came out means that the matter is over."

Yangyang shook her head sadly, "You don't understand adults, their thoughts are hard to guess!"

Tangtang glanced at him disdainfully and said, "You know, you know best, then tell me what big surprise Daddy is planning?"

Yangyang became even more frustrated, muttering, "If I had known, would I still be so worried?"

It's precisely because we don't know that we're so worried!

Fear is like a sword hanging over your head; you never know when it will fall, and it fills you with constant dread.

Just then, Xie Yan went into the living room to get a drink of water because she was thirsty, and happened to overhear the conversation between the brother and sister.

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "What, you really want me to beat you up?"

Are you not used to not getting beaten up?

The sudden sound startled the two little ones who were sitting on the sofa.

Upon seeing that it was Xie Yan, Yangyang became even more nervous and knelt on the sofa, unsure of what to say. Finally, he simply lay face down on the sofa, sticking his bottom up, and said, "Dad, hit me!"

With the belief that dying early would bring early rebirth, Yangyang fearlessly closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Xie Yan helplessly put down his cup, walked over and gently patted Yangyang's bottom, then picked up the child. "Daddy isn't the kind of unreasonable person. Why do you insist that Daddy is going to hit you?"

Yangyang looked at Xie Yan with her big, watery eyes and said pitifully, "Xiao Yi said that adults all like children who are good at studying. Those who are not good at studying or do not do well in exams will be beaten."

Xiao Yi is Yangyang's deskmate in first grade. His real name is Liu Yiyi, and his nickname is Xiao Yi. He is a very cute little boy.

I remember once when Xie Yan went to pick up two children, I happened to see the little one. The little guy was chubby with a round face, and he walked with a bouncy gait. He was so adorable.

I didn't expect this little guy to have such ideas. Could it be that he's not doing well in school too?

Yangyang sighed, "He did better than me and got first place!"

Is this the eldest brother passing on his experience to the second brother?

Xie Yan gently rubbed the little guy's head and said with a smile, "I know that Yangyang didn't do well on the test because he was playing around. Yangyang studied very hard."

"You've been studying so hard, why would Dad hit you?"

These words made Yangyang even more upset, as they were tantamount to calling him stupid!

I've studied so hard, but I still did so poorly on the test.

Seeing her son on the verge of tears, and then at her daughter with a speechless expression, Xie Yan quickly tried to salvage the situation, saying, "Everyone has their own strengths. You might not be good at studying, but you could be very talented in other areas."

"We can't keep focusing on the parts we're not good at, can we?"

Yangyang sniffed, grabbed Xie Yan's sleeve, and asked hopefully, "Then, Dad, what am I good at?"

Xie Yan: "..."

How did he know?

But he knew he couldn't say that to his son, so he smiled and comforted him, "You're still young, and it's too early to tell what you're good at."

"But that's okay, you can slowly discover and try all sorts of interesting things, and maybe one day you'll find your talent!"

Yangyang was still a little disappointed, "But my sister has already found something she's good at?"

Is he the older brother, and he hasn't found someone yet?

Xie Yan tossed Tangtang around and said with a smile, "Let Daddy tell you stories of child prodigies and late bloomers."

Finally, after Xie Yan patiently explained the story to comfort him, Yangyang finally accepted that he might not be very good at reading.

He firmly believed that he was the protagonist of the story and that he would surely achieve great things later in life.

At night, the darkness, like a piece of black silk, gently envelops the entire city.

Xie Yan and Yu Yuehui lay in bed, the soft moonlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains, casting a few faint silver rays.

Yu Yue recalled Yangyang's situation today and couldn't help but feel worried. She gently nudged Xie Yan and said, "Xie Xiaoyan, given Yangyang's current condition, why don't you give him some tutoring tonight?"