"You two stop arguing. School is over and the kids are coming out soon."

Xiaoqiang was the first to rush out of the classroom and ran to the door, "Mom!"

He took off his schoolbag and threw it into the basket.

Hu Guifen, "Say hello to Teacher Yang!"

"Hello, Teacher Yang."

"Hello, Xiaoqiang."

"Teacher Yang, how has our Xiaoqiang progressed recently?"

Yang Jingsheng responded politely, "Xiao Qiang has made great progress."

"Really? The final exams are coming up soon. In the midterm exam, our Xiaoqiang got 2nd place, only a few points behind the first place. Our Xiaoqiang has made great progress and will definitely get 1st place. He's better than others without even studying."

Hu Guifen caught a glimpse of Xiaoxuan walking out of the school gate and boasted loudly, "Some people, no matter how hard they try, can never compare to my Xiaoqiang. My Xiaoqiang is so talented that he can get first place in the exam even without studying."

Xiao Qiang, who was sitting on the back of his bicycle, stuck out his tongue and laughed, "He Yuxuan is so stupid. Just now in class, when the teacher asked him to stand up to answer a question, he was so nervous that he couldn't speak. The teacher even asked him if he had a stutter. Hahahaha!!!"

"Son, do you know how to do that question?"

"Yes, this question is very simple, only a fool wouldn't know it, haha."

"My son is still the best."

Yu Tingwan also saw Xiaoxuan. Hearing the mocking words of Hu Guifen and her son, he lowered his head and froze in place, not daring to move.

She couldn't help but sneer, "Your son is amazing. Your son is the smartest and best in the world."

According to her observation, some people have good grades in elementary school, but cannot learn in junior high school and high school.

Although some people did not do well in elementary school, they worked hard in junior high and high school and were admitted to good universities.

Why does she say that her Xiaoxuan is not good enough?

Hu Guifen continued to show off, "Huh! Are you jealous? Our Xiaoqiang can get full marks, while your Xiaoxuan, tsk tsk tsk, is a failing student."

Yu Tingwan said, "It's okay to study even if your grades are not good. He just made a mistake in the questions, but he is not the one who made the mistake. Our Xiaoxuan's grades may not be that good, but he is a good boy. He won't laugh at his classmates like your Xiaoqiang does because he has good grades.

He is only in the second grade and has many years to catch up. Your son may not always be first or second, and our Xiaoxuan may not always fail. I believe that as long as our Xiaoxuan works hard, his grades will not be bad.

When Xiaoxuan suddenly looked up, his eyes were red, tears glistened in his dark pupils, and his expression was filled with surprise and disbelief. Auntie said he was a good boy.

He was ridiculed by Xiaoqiang because of his poor grades and had always been too inferior to raise his head. For the first time, he deeply felt the feeling of being cared for and valued.

Several adults also came to pick up their children. When they heard what she said, they thought it made sense and loudly echoed, "Well said, the sky won't fall even if the child doesn't do well in school. As parents, we just hope that our children grow up safely and healthily."

"Zhang Yongqiang mocked his classmates at school all day long. The classmates cried and told the teacher, but the teacher didn't care."

"Like parents, like sons are raised. If a mother laughs at others, her son will follow suit."

Hu Guifen never expected that the good grades she was proud of would suddenly become a sharp weapon for others to attack her and her child.

Her face was livid, her brows furrowed as if she was about to spit fire, and she gripped the handlebars tightly with both hands. "You're jealous, jealous that my son's grades are better than yours. It's a fact that my son's grades are good, so why can't we say anything? We, the parents of poor students, can't teach our children, and can only be incompetent and furious and blame others."

Parents whose children don't do well in school don't deserve to talk to her.

Yu Tingwan waved to the child, "Xiaoxuan, come on over and get in the car. Let's go home."

"Yes, Auntie."

"Hold on tight, we're going home."

Xiaoxuan, who was holding onto the seat in front of him, nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"

On the way back, he took a deep breath of fresh air and made up his mind to study hard, strive to surpass Xiaoqiang, and no longer let his aunt be ridiculed by Xiaoqiang's mother.